Chapter 12
PROMPT: Things you said at the kitchen table.
Staring at the table, Raven pops a green been into her mouth and asks, “Do you ever think about the fact that all of us have gotten off on this table at least once?”
Lexa chokes so hard on a piece of pork chop that she nearly snorts it up into her nose, and Clarke grins around her fork as she reaches over to whack her on the back. Once the pork goes down, Lexa clears her throat and glares at Raven. “Why must you always bring up inappropriate topics at dinner?”
“What’s inappropriate about getting off?” Raven asks, tone light and innocent despite the guilty, shit-eating grin on her face. “I think it’s very appropriate.”
“Some people would rather not discuss things like sex and vagina during dinner,” Clarke says, and Raven’s grin only widens.
“Sometimes vagina is my dinner, though, so ….”
“And I’m done,” Lexa says, still red-faced. She rises to her feet, taking her plate with her, and heads toward the living room. “I’ll eat on the couch.”
“Okay,” Raven calls after her, “but I mean, I’ve probably gotten off more on the couch than on the table!”
The groan that echoes in from the living room makes her cackle with glee.
Clarke smacks Raven’s shoulder, a smile still stretched over her lips. “Stop messing with her.”
“She’ll have to eat outside,” Raven mutters to Clarke, “because nowhere in this house is sex-free.”