Chapter 2
PROMPT: A conversation between Lexa and Raven about Clarke.
Groaning, Raven finally gives in to the heat and light pressing against her eyelids and blinks them open. She glances to the clock on the bedside table. 7 AM and the curtains are wide open–that’s all the information she needs to know that Lexa was the first up this morning.
Raven pushes up into a sitting position, rubs the sleep from her eyes, and crawls out of the large bed to head toward the bathroom. She is still wearing Clarke’s over-sized sweatshirt, because it is her favorite piece of clothing in the entirety of their closet, and her tiger-striped panties. Stopping briefly at the dresser, she pulls on a pair of Lexa’s tube socks, because the wood floor is a frigid bitch, and she hates having cold feet.
After a brief stop in the bathroom, she makes her way into the kitchen, following the glorious scent of bacon, and Raven can’t help but smile at the sight that greets her. Leaning against a cabinet, her toothbrush poised between her teeth and her lips foamed up with toothpaste, she watches as Lexa stands in front of the stove, already fully clothed and cooking breakfast.
Lexa bops her head in time with the soft music spilling from the Bose Bluetooth speaker on the counter and subtly works her hips back and forth. She’s never been one to cut loose and dance like no one is watching, even when no one is watching, but just that slight, subtle bit of movement is enough to cause a stir in Raven’s belly.
Raven quietly skirts around the counter and spits her toothpaste in the sink, leaving her brush on the counter, before sneaking up behind Lexa. She slips her hands over Lexa’s bony hips as she presses the front of her body to Lexa’s back and ass. Feeling Lexa jolt at the surprise touch, Raven lets out a raspy, sleepy laugh and kisses her girlfriend’s shoulder blades through her shirt. She then works her hips against Lexa’s, rocking them back and forth in time with the music.
Lexa allows it for a moment before turning in Raven’s arms, one brow arched and a smirk pulling at the corner of her mouth. “Since when are you in a good mood this early in the morning?”
“Since you’re dancing and making me bacon,” Raven replies, toothpaste still smudged around the corners of her mouth.
Rolling her eyes, Lexa reaches out with her thumb and wipes away the paste. “I wasn’t dancing, and who says this bacon is for you?”
“You were totally dancing,” Raven says. “It was glorious.” She leans forward to press a kiss to the Lexa’s chin. “And you don’t eat bacon, and Clarke left for the airport this morning. I’m pretty sure I remember her kissing me goodbye like an hour ago or something, so you’re definitely making this bacon for me.”
“Speaking of Clarke,” Lexa says with another roll of her eyes before turning back to the stove, “I see you’ve taken possession of her sweatshirt again.”
Raven releases a quiet laugh as she hops up on the counter to sit. “And your socks.”
“At least your underwear is your own,” Lexa says, a small smile pulling at her lips.
“I’m like a walking representation of our relationship,” Raven says with another, louder laugh. She points to the sweatshirt. “Clarke’s the top.” Trailing down, she pulls up the sweater and pops the band on her panties. “I’m in the middle, because I flip the most.”
“Stop,” Lexa says, threateningly pointing a spatula at her girlfriend, and Raven laughs even harder.
Raven’s hand trails down lower to her shin to rub the top of one of Lexa’s tube socks. “And you’re the bottom.”
“I am not a bottom.”
“You’re 100% a bottom,” Raven tells her.
“I’m a top.”
“You’re a top literally everywhere but the bedroom, babe.”
“I’m a top at all times,” Lexa says, grabbing a piece of cooled, crisp bacon and throwing it at Raven.
Raven catches it in her mouth with a laugh and crunches it loudly between her teeth. “You’re only a top when you wear the strap-on, and then it’s like you just transform. Other than that, though, you’re a bottom—a dominant bottom, for sure, but a bottom. Clarke’s the top.”
“Clarke tops from the bottom,” Lexa says, and Raven snorts before hopping off the counter to grab another piece of bacon.
“Clarke tops from the bottom, from the top, from the side. She’ll be topping over the phone from New York all weekend. Just wait.”
Lexa lets out a soft laugh and shakes her head. “Speaking of Clarke—”
“You already said that,” Raven says, leaning against the counter by the stove.
“Yes, I know. Thank you.”
“Welcome.”
Rolling her eyes again, as is her typical reaction to life 90% of the time, Lexa asks, “Did you order the cake?”
“Yup. Did it yesterday after Abby called you to let you know when the return flight would be landing.”
“Good,” Lexa says. “Thank you. We need to have everything ready when Clarke returns home.”
“It’s going to be fine, Lex.”
“It’s her twenty-fifth birthday,” Lexa says with a sigh, “and she spent her twenty-fourth birthday burying her father. I just want it to be perfect.”
A sad smile graces Raven’s lips as she nods. “Me too.”