Chapter 13
A few days later, Raven, Harper and Andes were in the control room, taking a break from work. Andes was excited, because her cast was off and she had an idea she wanted to run past these two. “So, I wanna do a lip sync.” Andes said
“Really? Well you came to the right place, right Harps?”
“Yeah absolutely. Do you have a song in mind?”
“Nope. I was hoping you could help pick one out.”
“Ok. Who’s your target audience?” Raven asked.
Andes just looked at her a little confused, “Whadya mean?”
“Who are you singing the song to goddess? A certain blond?”
“Maybe.” Smiling.
“What’s your end game? What do you hope to accomplish with the dance? What’s the mission?” Harper asked.
“Turn a certain blond on.” Andes said with a sly smile. She was running out of ideas, figured, what the hell?
“Ok, I love a girl who knows what she wants.” Raven said. “Harps, we need to dial up a very sexy song, and we need to dress this one up to match it.”
“I am right there with you. Let’s see, sexy song, sexy song, let’s scroll through a few of these, “ and Harper started playing various songs, filtering back to the early 21st century, since they all agreed that was some of the best stuff out there.
After about 10 minutes of playing snippets of songs, Andes eyes lit up. “This one I like.” It had a driving bass beat, and the words were sexual and titillating.
Harper started laughing, “oh, we can do some stuff with that one.” And the choice was made. A song called S&M.
“I’m picturing this, hair slicked back, lacey bra, I’m talking no shirt obviously, short shorts, high boots, some grounder eye makeup, some sort of hand whip, what do you think Harps?”
“Oh, if that doesn’t work, she’s not human.”
“Let’s do this. We have 3 days.” Raven said. “Let’s get Brian and Miller, she needs back up dancers, who else, one more, get Echo, and you of course, queen of the lip sync.”
“Done, done, and done.”
Saturday night was here and Clarke and Andes made their way to the mess hall. Once they were there, Raven made sure they sat at the front for the show. Bellamy got them all drinks and they downed them quickly, looking for refills. They all went onto the dance floor, Clarke and Andes moving together, like they did in their room, grabbing a little at each other, laughing and having a blast. After an hour, they sat back down, and the drinks kept coming. Andes excused herself and got up, leaving Clarke with Octavia and Bellamy. “Where’s Echo?” She asked Bell.
“She’s in the show tonight,”
“Oh, cool.”
After 10 minutes Raven came out, “Ok, my peeps, we have a special one for you tonight. A very special performance. “She looked back at Monty, who nodded his head. “Sit back and enjoy this one,” Raven said as she left the stage to sit next to Clarke.
The music started and people starting whooping already because they recognized the song. Harper, Echo, Miller and Brian wandered out front, each in barely any clothes, with collars around their necks. When the lyrics started, Clarke looked around for Andes, wondering where she got to. She didn’t have to wonder long, because when she looked back to the front of the room, Andes came strutting out, and Clarke almost lost her shit. Her mouth hung open, and Raven playfully wiped her chin with a napkin. Clarke was mesmerized, she didn’t know where to look, the outfit, if you could even call it an outfit, since it was just a bra, shorts and boots, was a complete turn on. Octavia was hooting, grabbed Clarke’s shoulders and shook her. Andes was into the lyrics now, gyrating, playing off the four others on stage with her, who were on their knees, holding onto Andes legs, running their hands all over her, and she them. Clarke felt the heat in her body skyrocket up. Now Andes was into the second verse and came closer to the audience, zeroing in on her target, her target squirming now in her seat and Andes came and ran fingers around Clarke’s shoulders, circling behind her, walking away from her, bending over, turning back to sing over her shoulder, reaching out to touch the heads of Harper, Echo, Miller and Brian. All five of them singing and grinding away. When the song was over everyone went nuts. Clarke was almost hyperventilating after that performance; she felt the wetness between her legs, and she felt the ache that never seemed to go away.
Raven announced they were slowing it down now, and as Clarke was looking down, still gathering herself, she saw a hand in front of her, palm up, an invite, and she knew who was at the end of that hand. She groaned inside, can she even make it through a slow dance? In this state? She decided it would be rude to leave her hanging, so she placed her hand in Andes and was led to the dance floor. She wondered if Andes even knew how to slow dance, because Clarke didn’t teach her, she knew it would be bad news to teach her that in their room. Well, she didn’t have to wonder long, because Andes knew how, someone else must have taught her, or she was just fucking good at everything. She held Clarke’s hand and her other arm wrapped around her, pulling her close, their bodies touching, moving slowly to the rhythm. Clarke’s one hand rested on Andes naked back, just at her belt line, now slipping up a little, touching skin she hadn’t touched since that night. Andes shuttered a little at Clarke’s touch, pulled her closer and now Clarke’s chin was resting at the base of Andes throat, the side of Andes head touching Clarkes’. It was sweet torture, and no words were necessary.
After the slow dance ended Clarke turned and walked out of the room, leaving Andes on the dance floor. She walked down the hallway and turned into a bathroom. She closed the door behind her and just grabbed at the sink, had both hands on either side and tried to shake it off the wall. God, she was going absolutely nuts with lust right now. She wanted Andes so fucking badly, she was ready to scream. Now her eyes were closed and she replayed the dance, seeing Andes in that outfit, watching her body move to the music. She was so tired right now, tired from fighting her attraction to this girl, this girl who burst into her life like a comet, burning hot and beautiful. She opened her eyes and noticed how dark her eyes were at this moment. Andes was right, they turned darker too when she was turned on. She thought about taking care of the ache between her legs by herself, right here in the bathroom. But why should she do that, when the real thing was waiting for her out in that room. Fuck it. She opened up the door and made her way back to the hall.
Andes was leaning with her elbows on the makeshift bar, she had put a shirt back on. She had Harper on her right and Gomez on her left. Gomez was flirting with her, trying to get her on the dance floor. But Andes eyes were on the door that Clarke walked out of ten minutes ago. And then she was back. She came in the door way, scanning the room. Her eyes landed on Andes, and Andes heart sped up, she looked so hot right now. Clarke made her way over to Andes, grabbed her hand and led her back to the dance floor where a fast song was playing, joining the other bodies that were pressing together, moving to the deep bass beat. Clarke and Andes brought their bodies together, front to front, hips pressed tight together, Andes arm around Clarke, holding her against her body, grinding into her, Clarke had her hand on the back on Andes neck, pulling her forehead to Clarke’s, pressing them together.
Octavia was watching Clarke and Andes on the dance floor, Andes was now up against Clarke’s back, her one arm wrapped around her waist, thumb tucked into the top of her pants, the other hand resting on Clarke’s hip, both grinding against each other. “Are you watching what I’m watching?” She asked Raven.
“Yep.”
“This is like a sex off.”
“I feel like I’m watching porn, and I can’t look away.”
“It’s like a train wreck.”
“Yeah, a sexual train wreck.” Now Clarke had reached back and had her hand wrapped around Andes head, her head turned towards Andes, eyes closed, her mouth open. Andes moved both her hands up and down Clarke’s side, brushing the side of her breasts.
“Should we hose them down?” O asked.
“I think we should hose me down, I’m getting all hot and bothered.” Clarke moved in front of Andes, facing her now, both lost in the beat and lust. Clarke had her hand on the back of Andes neck, and Andes pulled Clarke’s hips in tight, right up against hers.
“Why don’t they just do it and get it over with?”
“Personally, I think they already did it up in those mountains.” Raven said, giving O a knowing look.
“Really?”
“I mean, that’s just me, I don’t want to start any rumors or anything. Those two have some seriously deep shit going on.”
“Well, I don’t think you have to worry about rumors.” They both watch Clarke pull on Andes necklace to bring her lips down to Clarkes, now they were kissing each other hard. Next thing they saw was Clarke pulling Andes off the dance floor and out the door.
“I was gonna yell ‘get a room’ but I think they’re already doing that.” Raven commented as she craned her neck to watch them walk out the door.
“Yeah that’s a little after the fact.”
“Hm, yeah. Clarkie gettin laid tonight.”
Clarke led Andes down the hallway, both a little tipsy and a lot turned on. Clarke didn’t think she had ever felt this turned on fully clothed before, knew she was gonna fall off that wagon. She’d get back on it tomorrow. They weren’t speaking, just walking. When they opened the door to their room, Clarke slammed it shut behind them, then slammed Andes against it, kissing her deeply, her tongue desperate to explore Andes mouth. This time felt different than last time to Clarke, last time was sweet, a soft exploration. This time it was physical, hard, and a little angry. Anger because she’d been forced to keep a lid on these feelings for weeks now, anger because Andes made her feel this way, like she couldn’t control herself.
Andes insides were screaming for release, Clarke’s tongue deep inside her mouth. Clarke pulled back and started pulling Andes shirt off, Andes ripped at Clarke’s shirt, tossing it across the room, both desperate now. They came back together for another hot kiss, Andes fumbling at the top of Clarke’s pants, her hands shaking so much she couldn’t get them open. Clarke impatiently pushed them away and undid them herself and kicked them off, turning her attention to Andes shorts, loosening the top button, pulling them down to the ground. Andes lifted her up, turned and pushed Clarke against the wall, taking her legs and wrapping them around her waist, her mouth seeking out her breasts, sucking on them hard. Clarke had her arms wrapped around Andes head, moaning and panting. Andes thrust her fingers inside Clarke, still holding her against the wall, pumping her fingers up into Clarke, who was moaning wildly now, she wanted this right now, quickly, this one to take the edge off. She was so ready, their foreplay happening on the dance floor earlier. Her orgasm exploded inside her, strong, finally, after weeks of wanting, finally here, with Andes fingers deep inside, her forehead pressed against Clarke’s breasts, holding her up and against the wall through the entire thing.
When Clarke was done shuddering, her body stopped shaking, Andes turned away from the wall, carried her over to her bed and they both fell onto it. Andes ended up on top, so she lifted herself off of Clarke and put her hand between her legs again, moving it all around, feeling her wetness. Clarke growled and flipped Andes over, she wanted to be in control. Andes laid back and Clarke took her wrists in her hands and held them above Andes head. When she let go, Andes moved her hands down to grab Clarke, but Clarke grabbed her wrists again and put them above Andes head, shook her head. Andes got the message, and left them above her head, seeing where Clarke was going with this, she could be submissive, for Clarke. Clarke straddled Andes thigh, rubbing herself along her leg, spreading her heat and wetness. Andes was about to lose it right then, but she steeled herself, willed herself to wait. Clarke ran her hands over Andes abs, feeling their hardness, then up to her breasts, where she squeezed and pinched Andes nipples, pulled at them until they were erect and begging to be sucked. She bent down and pulled one into her mouth, flicking her tongue over it while she sucked on it. She did the same to the other one, and Andes was whimpering now. She left her hands above her head, but it was hard, wanting to grab Clarke’s head and move it between her legs. She closed her eyes instead and stayed where Clarke wanted her to stay. When Clarke was done with Andes breasts, she put her one hand down next to Andes head, leaning on it while the other hand slipped between Andes legs, found her clit. Andes kept her eyes closed, reveling in the sensation, but Clarke wanted to see her, wanted Andes to look at her, “Look at me, “ Andes eyes snapped open and she locked eyes with Clarke. Clarke wanted to watch Andes eyes, watch them change color, watch them turn black when she came. Her fingers teased and pinched, storm clouds now, Andes writhing underneath her, Clarke slipped a finger inside, then two, while her thumb continued its rhythm against her clit, storm clouds getting darker, almost, Andes breathing now shallow and rapid, and she didn’t look away, Clarke continued grinding on Andes leg, getting herself close again, staring at Andes, eyes turning black now, as Andes lost control and moaned, Clarke feeling her orgasm pulse around her fingers, watching Andes through it all, feeling her own release now, exquisite and beautiful. They both watched each other come at the same time, and it felt like the most intimate moment of their lives. When they were done Clarke couldn’t move, she stayed straddling Andes, catching her breath. Andes started slipping down, sliding down the bed until her head was between Clarke’s legs. Clarke looked down at her, and as Andes looked back, she put her hands around Clarke’s hips and lowered Clarke to her mouth. Clarke braced herself with both hands on the bed now, still on her knees, her hips slowly rocking in time with Andes tongue, wondering if she had it in her, had in her to come three times. The pressure was gentle at first, but increasing as Clarke pressed down against her, Andes knew she needed more, and she was happy to oblige. Andes hand reached up and entered Clarke, slipped into her wetness, one, two, three fingers now, rubbing against her front wall. Clarke groaned in pleasure, this is what she wanted, like the last time, that deep release. She’d wanted this for weeks now, dreaming about it, desperate for this particular sensation. Andes found her spot, thrusting in and out faster now. Her tongue wildly licking, fingers fucking Clarke, taking her to oblivion, and Clarke felt the deep release coming on, she held her breath, and when the orgasm started she let it out, moaning loudly, grinding down against Andes mouth, riding her fingers until the waves of pleasure stopped. She collapsed on the bed when it was over, lying on her stomach, unable to move. Andes moved over her, lying on her back, kissing her neck. Between the dancing, the drinking and the sex, both of them were spent. They stayed like that for a while, not speaking. Andes felt Clarke fall asleep, felt her breath even out. She wanted to fight to stay awake so she could enjoy the moment longer, enjoy the feelings in her heart, but she was exhausted. Right before she fell asleep, “Ai hod yu in.”
The words slipped out before she could stop them, the softest whisper. I love you.