Chapter 15
PROMPT: “Not Now.”
Raven hisses with the sharp crack of the wall against her back as Clarke pushes her clumsily through the door and slams her against the nearest surface. Her teeth sink into Raven’s bottom lip, sharp and stinging, and Raven feels the zap of pain zip straight from her lip to the pulsing heat between her legs.
“Fuck,” she groans, scratching her short nails down Clarke’s tank top before slipping under the material. She digs her hands under the waistband of Clarke’s jeans and grabs hold of her ass, soft and pliant beneath her touch, and the ache between her legs intensifies.
Clarke’s phone rings from her pocket and she groans, her mouth pressed to the tensed muscles of Raven’s neck, and Raven echoes the sound.
“Don’t answer it.” Raven frees one hand to pop open the button on Clarke’s jeans before slipping her hand back under the material and grabbing hold of Clarke’s ass again. “Not now.”
“Might be work,” Clarke mutters, licking a line up to Raven’s chin and slipping a thigh between Raven’s legs.
“I might be about to come,” Raven says. “Seriously. You want to answer the phone right now?”
“She’s right,” another voice suddenly chimes, alerting Clarke and Raven to Lexa’s presence. She is standing in the middle of the kitchen with a bowl of cereal, munching happily on her Wheaties and watching them with an amused expression. “The call can wait, Clarke. You seem to have much more important things to take care of right now.”
Clarke laughs but the sound disappears inside a gasp when Raven slides one hand around from her ass and skirts over Clarke’s slit. Her hips jerk forward, pressing her thigh more firmly between Raven’s legs. “You’re right. Fuck. It can wait.”
“Good choice.” Raven pushes off the wall and backs Clarke toward the hallway that leads to their bedroom. She glances over her shoulder as they go and sees Lexa still eating her Wheaties like they are the best thing that has ever happened to her. “You coming?”
Lexa arches a brow. “I’m eating.”
“I will be too in a minute!” Raven calls back, and Lexa snorts and rolls her eyes.
“Breakfast of champions,” she mumbles to herself with a quiet laugh as Raven and Clarke disappear into the bedroom.