Chapter 8
PROMPT: Things you said when we were the happiest we ever were.
Clarke’s back presses to Lexa’s chest as she sits between her legs. Her fingers stroke steadily through silky hair as Raven’s head rests in her lap, and the three of them stare out over the dark ocean. The waves lap against the shore, steady and soothing, and the slight breeze rippling through the leaves of the palm trees adds another layer to the melody.
“I feel like I could fly,” Raven mutters, and Clarke grins.
She leans further back into Lexa’s embrace, her smile only growing when Lexa nuzzles her nose into Clarke’s hair. “You’ve had too many cocktails,” she says, letting out a quiet laugh.
Raven reaches up to poke her side, causing Clarke to squirm. “No, I’m just happy,” she says, and Clarke’s chest tightens. Her stomach flutters the way it always does when Raven’s walls come down, when she lets all her more vulnerable pieces slip up to the surface and shine. “I never thought I could be this happy.”
Turning just enough to see a bit behind her, Clarke shares a gentle smile with Lexa, and both of them reach around to grab onto one of Raven’s hands. Their stacked, tangled fingers are as much a comfort as the ocean’s song.