Small Town, Big Love

“Do you want to go upstairs?” Echo quietly asks her as she sits down next to Clarke on the porch outside. Clarke has been camped outside there for ten minutes trying to figure out how she feels about Lexa. She decides in that moment that she is just a tad drunk and the kiss meant nothing. Lexa Woods is obviously a good kisser, but that’s all she felt. Nothing else. That couldn’t be a bigger lie. But Clarke Griffin decides to lie to herself and she’s pretty damn convincing. Clarke decides she needs to leave her fairytale fantasies of Lexa Woods wanting her and only her in the dust. It's just not gonna happen. Oh how wrong she is.

Clarke looks over at Echo who’s wearing a small smile on her face. Her hair is up in a ponytail and she has hot smokey eye makeup on. Her lip gloss is a shiny dark red and she swears the moon is reflecting off of it. Echo is hot and really nice.

“More than ever.” Clarke responds with a smile on her face, confident she’s making the right decision. Clarke can be spontaneous too. Clarke is allowed to have some fun.

The pair walk the short distance up to one of the guest rooms that aren’t occupied and the soccer player shuts the door. Echo takes a sip of her drink and sits down next to Clarke.

“What are you drinking?” Clarke asks to distract herself from how close Echo is to her.

“Oh.” Echo says a little confused, clearly not expecting that to be what comes out of Clarke’s mouth next. “Coke and rum. How about you?”

“Tequila and a little bit of orange juice.” Clarke shrugs, sipping on her strong drink like it was water.

“Clarke, that sounds strong. Give me a taste.” Echo leans into Clarke and puts her lip on Clarke’s red solo cup. She takes a big gulp of the liquid and her face scrunches up.

“That’s really strong Clarke. How many have you had?” Echo asks a little shocked that the small blonde is still okay.

“I don’t know. A lot I guess. I’m fine though I have a high tolerance.” It’s true. For someone so small, Clarke can drink a crazy amount. Clarke has definitely drank way more than Echo but Echo is a grade A lightweight so they’re on the same level right now.

“You’re the opposite of me then.” Echo laughs and shakes her head. “I don’t drink a lot so I don’t need much to feel good.” The dark haired brunette says casually before drinking some more of her own drink. Clarke bites her lip before asking her next question.

“Do you feel good now?” Clarke says a little shakily. Echo looks over to Clarke and her eyes look hungry.

“Really good.” Echo whispers, staring at Clarke’s lips. “But that might have to do more with the fact that I’m with you.”

Clarke looks into her eyes when she says the last part. It feels good to be wanted. Echo is cute and flirty. Clarke doesn’t know her well but it’s just a party hookup. It doesn’t have to mean anything. She really wants to stay feeling adventurous like this so Clarke doesn’t give it a second thought when she leans in and kisses her lips.

Echo responds enthusiastically, following Clarke’s lead. The soccer player smiles into the kiss and uses her free hand to cup Clarke’s cheek. The separate soon after and Clarke bites her lip.

“I really liked that.” Clarke says with lust evident in her eyes.

“Me too. You think we could try that again?” Echo rasps out.

Clarke chuckles and nods. Clarke grabs Echo and her own almost empty cups and place them on the nightstand. When Clarke turns back around to face Echo, the darker haired girl is already placing her lips on the younger blonde’s.

Clarke deepens the kiss and Echo moans at the gentle intrusion of Clarke’s tongue in her mouth. Clarke holds the back of Echo’s head and the kisses grow heated. They only stop when they need to catch a breath. When they start kissing again, Clarke pulls Echo in close and they end up in a tangle of limbs on the bed.

Echo is on top of Clarke and their touches are growing more needy.Clarke pushes her thigh in between Echo’s leg and moves her hands to the brunette’s ass to encourage movement. Echo gets the message and starts to grind on Clarke’s leg. It feels amazing.

Clarke moves her hands all over Echo’s body over her tight dress. She can feel the goosebumps on Echo’s skin. Echo stops kissing Clarke and catches her breath, not moving but instead just staring down at the flushed blonde.

“Are you okay with what’s happening?” Echo asks breathlessly as she tucks a strand of hair behind Clarke’s ear. Clarke smiles up at this girl.

“I am definitely okay with this, more than okay. Are you?” Clarke reassures her.

“Of course I am. I’ve been into you since the first day of school. You just didn’t notice me.” Echo breathes out, still a little out of breath. Clarke leans up and kisses her lips for a brief second. Clarke had no idea Echo was into her. Now that she thinks of it, she’s been stuck in a world of Lexa and Laurel. And at the end of the day, she got neither of them. Echo seems to like her alot and she thinks she could like Echo too.

“I’ve definitely noticed you now.” Clarke teases and looks up at the soccer player while she says it. Echo smiles wide, biting her lip the whole time.

“Good, because I really don’t want to stop kissing you.” Echo breathes out. Clarke chuckles and leans up to capture Echo’s lips. The two girls keep kissing for quite some time. Both of their dresses are hiked up to their waists.

“Clarke, we are going kind of far.” Echo pants out as she grinds down some more on Clarke’s strong naked thigh. The brunette really doesn’t want to stop. She loves being this close to Clarke and she can feel her impending orgasm building to impossible heights. Clarke is nipping and sucking at her neck and it feels so wonderful.

“We can stop if you want.” Clarke says, pausing kissing her neck.

“Do you want to?” Echo asks insecurely.

“I don’t. But there’s no pressure. I don’t mind just talking to you either.” Clarke mumbles against her lips.

Echo kisses her and mumbles out a few expletives against her lips. “I don’t want to stop either.” Clarke sucks a mark into her pulse point. The blonde nervously moves her hands to the girl’s naked thighs and pulls her impossibly closer. “Oh god.” Echo moans out as her clit rubs against her lacy panties and Clarke’s thigh. Clarke is too nervous to put her hands in the other girl’s panties. She doesn’t even have to it seems. Echo’s orgasm hits her hard and she buries her head in Clarke’s neck. Echo’s breathing is heavy and rapid with little moans escaping from her lips and she rides out her climax. Clarke steadies her as she tenses up and glides against her thigh jerkily. Echo relaxes into Clarke. The blonde can feel her hot breath tickling her neck.

“Sorry.” Echo says sheepishly, presumably embarrassed for orgasming from limited touch. “It’s been a long time.”

“Why are you apologizing? That was really hot.” Clarke rasps out. Echo has no reason to be shy. Clarke is beyond turned on.

“You don’t have to say that Clarke.” Echo whispers, her eyes drooping into sleep.

“I really do mean it though.” Clarke’s words are sincere and Echo can tell. The other girl lifts her head once she gets her energy back and kisses Clarke passionately.

Echo’s hand goes to Clarke’s dress zipper and she breaks the kiss with the blonde.

“Would it be okay if I took this off?” Echo nervously says and if Clarke wasn’t so nervous herself she would realize how cute a nervous Echo is. Clarke thinks about it for a second. It’s not like she hasn’t done this before. Niylah and her have done this many many times. With Niylah, they even made out in only their underwear. They grinded on each other and it was hot. Clarke and Echo are even still in their dresses but lifted up to their hips. It definitely feels like this could go into uncharted territory soon though. Does she want that? Echo is so nice to her, but she barely knows her. What the hell is she doing? I mean she always said she never cared, but does she? Is this what she really wants? Is she ready to lose her virginity? Maybe she should have thought a little more about this before she gotten into bed with the sweet girl. Clarke has a decision to make.

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After a while of dancing with Costia, the girl wanted to go upstairs with Lexa. Lexa of course thought it was a good idea. She grabbed Costia and they made their way to the stairs. Costia pushes her against the wall and she kissed Lexa’s lips. It was all teeth and toungue and more importantly, it wasn’t Clarke.

It was an odd thought. Nothing ever stopped Lexa Woods but now she’s being assaulted my images of her and Clarke in her mind. But Clarke is just her friend. Lexa tightly closes her eyes and softly pushes Costia off of her.

“Stop Cos.” Lexa quietly says and Costia looks at her with confusion evident in her eyes.

“It’s that blonde isn’t it? Clarke?” Costia says with a sad smile and Lexa looks at her with shock. How does Costia know who Clarke is? She goes to college an hour away and Clarke just came back.

“How did you know that?” Lexa asks shocked.

“Well I saw how you looked at her all night. It was the way I always wanted you to look at me. Then you mumbled her name when I was dancing on you. I can tell you were thinking of her.” Costia says bittersweet.

“Cos-”

“It’s okay. I know we were never anything but sex to you Lexa.” Costia says, a little sad but still smiling.

“No. You were amazing Cos. I just - I can’t..I’m broken. There’s something wrong with me.” Lexa breathes out and it feels like a weight has been lifted off her shoulders.

“You’re not broken Lex. You have issues to work on, absolutely. But don’t ever think you are broken. Don’t mess this one up. You feel something for her.”

Lexa looks as if she’s going to protest but Costia waves her off. “I know you better than you think Lexa. We might not have been together but I could have loved you if you only let me in. I know you think yourself incapable of love. But stop with that. You could love Clarke and she could love you back if you just let her in. Let yourself love her. Stop being your own worst enemy.” Costia kisses her forehead before walking out the door. Lexa stands firmly rooted in her spot. Her heart is beating scary fast. Should she let Clarke in?

Lexa makes her way through the party looking for Clarke. She asks Octavia and Lincoln and the whole crew. Nobody has seen her since a few hours ago. They all just assumed she went home. Lexa doesn’t like this one bit though. Clarke would have told someone if she was leaving. She’s not irresponsible like that.

“I think I’m going to go look for her.” Lexa says out loud and Lincoln gets up.

“I’ll help. Where’s Laurel? Maybe Clarke is with her.” Lincoln says innocently but Lexa’s stomach drops. God no. Clarke and Laurel just can’t be together. She’s finally gotten her head out of her ass. She hopes she’s not too late.

“Yeah maybe. Just start looking please, okay?” Lexa says unsurely. She goes to check the backyard first. She’s going to leave Laurel’s room for last because she’s afraid of what she might find.

Lexa wanders off with a weird look on her face and Lincoln watches her, confused at what upset her. He shakes his head because Lexa would never tell him what’s wrong anyways. She would only tell Laurel or maybe Clarke. They seem to have a really intense connection as of late. Then it clicks in his head. Clarke. Lexa likes Clarke. And Laurel and Clarke are close too. Maybe she’s jealous of Laurel and Clarke’s friendship. I mean as far as he knows, it’s platonic...right?

Lincoln makes his way upstairs and hesitantly knocks on Laurel’s door. He stands there for a moment until he hears some movement on the other side of the door. He knocks again.

“What is it?” Laurel asks without opening the door.

“Laurel? Can you open the door?” Lincoln asks cautiously.

“Uh sure I guess. Just give me one minute.” Laurel sounds a little frazzled. He hears some more movement and a minute or two later, Laurel finally opens the door.

Laurel has pajamas on, a oversized t shirt and sleep shorts. Her hair is wild though. She doesn’t have her glasses on and the room is completely dark. Maybe she was sleeping? Yeah, Lincoln decides to settle on that idea. Laurel probably got tired and came upstairs to sleep. She was never a big partier anyways. Then Lincoln sees the angry red splotch on Laurel’s neck. It’s unmistakably a hickey. This isn’t good at all. He can only hope it’s not from Clarke or else it’s about to get really crazy in here.

“What’s wrong Lincoln? Is it Lexa?” Laurel asks worriedly, like the protective older sister she is.

“No she’s fine. We are actually looking for Clarke. Nobody has seen her for a few hours and Lexa is worried about her.” Lincoln watches as Laurel’s face portrays a series of emotions. Guilt. Confusion. And so many others.

“Lexa is worried..about Clarke?” Laurel draws the words out slowly.

“Yeah. Weird right? I thought they hated each other.” Lincoln tries to ease the tension building so obviously in Laurel’s face.

“Uh-huh. That’s what I thought too.” Laurel says, seemingly in her own world. “Well tell Lexa not to worry. Clarke is sleeping in here tonight.”

Lincoln’s eyes widen and it takes everything in him not to drop his mouth in shock. Did they hook up? Was Clarke just tired and decided to crash in Laurel’s room? Does Laurel like Clarke too? Does Lexa really like Clarke? Who does Clarke like? Does she like them both? Octavia said Clarke is a virgin, is that still true after tonight? Wow. This feels like it was pulled straight from Shakespeare’s playbook.

“Oh okay.” Lincoln tries to sound cheery and casual but it falls a little short. Laurel narrows her eyes at him, probably trying to figure out what’s going on in Lincoln’s head. “Well goodnight to you two then.” Lincoln says with a friendly smile on his face.

Laurel closes the door and leans against it, deeply sighing. Lexa never shows worry for anyone..expect sometimes Laurel. She prays she is wrong but she has a sneaking suspicion that Lexa might feel something for Clarke Griffin, the very same Clarke Griffin who is fast asleep in her bed. What a mess this is.