Imagine Your OTP's

Imagine your OT4 going out on their first official date at an actual restaurant.

Clarke/Lexa/Raven/Octavia

"Can I just say that you all look beautiful tonight?"

Octavia smirks as she sees Lexa run her eyes over the menu, "You don't look too bad yourself."

"I try." Lexa chuckles as she furrows her brow. "I can't decide what I want."

"I think I might do the chicken parm," Clarke hums as she closes her menu and reaches for her lemonade. "I'm glad we finally did this. I'm sick of dating in pairs, it's not fair. I want everyone to know how happy I am."

"Aw, Griff. You're so cheesy." Raven teases as she leans towards the blonde to offer a soft kiss that lingers a moment too long. "And I second that, I'm glad that we're not hiding this anymore. It was getting boring."

"And really fucking confusing." Octavia snorts as she closes her own menu and rests her elbows on the table. "I could never keep track of who I was supposed to taking out and someone was always mad."

Lexa rolls her eyes, "It wasn't that bad."

"Babe, Tommy from the Ice Cream Parlor is convinced I'm some sort of player because I've taken all of you there on different occasions." Clarke points out as she reaches out to twist a strand of Lexa's hair around her finger.

"Well, you are kind of a player." Raven reminds her as she lifts her gaze from her menu and watches as Clarke slowly arches an eyebrow. "You're the one who kinda put this whole relationship together."

"Bullshit. She put you, her, and Lexa together. But really I take the cake for this." Octavia cut in with a look of disbelief as she narrows her eyes at her girlfriend. "I was the one who pursued you after I realized that you were already in a relationship with Clarke and Lexa."

"Yeah, Lexa wanted to kick your ass for a while." Raven snorts as she slides her finger down the menu until it makes a loud squeaking noise. "And then she realized how hot you were and thought it'd be nice to include you."

"That is not how it went." Lexa sneers as she reaches out to push a hand against Raven's until the squeaking stops. "I happened to fall for Octavia because she was kind and she treated both you and Clarke with respect."

Octavia flashes her girlfriend a look of adoration, "This is why you're my favorite."

"Hey!" Clarke frowns. "I thought I was your favorite."

"What? Nuh uh! She told me I was her favorite last weekend." Raven scowls.

"Um, you're all my favorite?" Octavia offers.

"Ladies," A handsome man greets as he appears before them. "Are we ready to order?"

Octavia nods as she taps her blunt nails against her menu and waits for the man's dark gaze to snap towards her, "Yeah. Um, I think I'm going to go with the Veal Marsala. And can I get the house salad without any tomatoes?"

"Veal?" Raven repeats. "Baby cow killer."

Clarke smirks as she fiddles with her earring, "Can I have the Shrimp Scampi?"

"Of course." The man nods before he looks to Lexa. "And for you?"

"Uh..." Lexa continues to stare at the menu as she furrows her brow. "Ask her first."

Raven glances up with wide eyes and a smile, "Can I get chicken tenders and french fries?"

Octavia laughs loudly at Raven's request and she's quick over and catch Raven's lips with her own. The waiter tenses at the sight and Clarke rolls her eyes as he watches him try to keep his gaze from flickering to where Raven and Octavia were curled into one another. As the silence surrounds them, Lexa looks up and clenches her jaw as she notices the way the waiter shifts and crosses his legs slightly.

"She'll have just a normal Calzone." Lexa snaps and the man looks at her with wide eyes and gives a shaky nod as he quickly scribbles the order down. "I'll have the Grilled Chicken with linguine instead of spaghetti."

"R-Right. Okay. Um, we'll have that right out."

Lexa rolls her eyes as she watches him scramble off, "Perv."

"I'll hope you know that the couple in the booth across from ours is watching us like hawks. And they look like they witnessed the Anti Christ." Clarke mumbles as she curls her lips around her straw and looks up through her eyelashes.

"Dear, what'dya say we go out to dinner tonight and spend our evening judging people? And let's make it completely obvious too so they feel uncomfortable." Octavia mumbles as she deepens her raspy voice.

Raven bats her lashes and beams, "Oh, sweetheart. You read my mind. That sounds so much better than us sitting at home and eating our weight in cookies while staring mindlessly at another sitcom full of white people."

"You two are horrible." Clarke laughs. "Seriously twisted."

"They're cute." Lexa argues as she leans over Octavia to meet Clarke's lips with her own before she flashes a quick glance over her shoulder and smirks. "I think they might be ready to blow into little pieces."

Octavia nods, "That would really make my night."

"You're really are terrible." Raven snorts before she smirks. "I love it."

"I know you do. You all do." Octavia smirks as she crunches on the ice in her Dr. Pepper before she notices a waitress and she quickly raises the glass and gives it a shake with a scowl. "These people have sucky service."

Lexa reaches out to lower Octavia's hand as she glares, "Not everyone can keep up with how fast you drink those unhealthy, caffeinated drinks. That's your fourth one, you're not going to be hungry by the time the food gets here."

"You're such a mom." Octavia huffs.

"Someone has to be." Lexa scoffs. "I can't take you three anywhere."

"What is that supposed to mean?" Clarke frowns as she swats at the hand that creeps up her thigh and shoots Raven a small glare. "Stop trying to feel me up or you're not going to be touching me tonight."

Raven pouts and rolls her eyes, "Octavia lets me do it."

"True." Octavia nods. "She's good at being secretive about it."

"See what I mean." Lexa chuckles.

The four share mindless chatter as they wait for their food and Lexa ends up swatting Raven's foot from between her legs while Clarke brushes Raven's hand from under her shirt three times. Octavia gets suspiciously quiet and it takes Clarke all of five seconds to reach under the table and pull Raven's hand from Octavia's jeans. By the time the food arrives, Raven is pouting as she doodles with the crayons she had demanded from a waitress while Octavia plays on her phone and Lexa and Clarke share "boring grow up talk" as Octavia and Raven call it.

"Yours looks better than mine." Octavia whines as she looks at Lexa's plate. "I want a bite."

"Me too!" Raven chirps.

Clarke furrows her brow, "If they get a bite then so do I."

The waiter doesn't bother to linger longer than necessary when he catches Lexa's green orbs on him and by the time he's gone, three forks are buried in Lexa's food and soon everyone is snacking off each other's plates. Lexa can't help but laugh when Raven and Clarke get into a noodle slurping contest and soon she and Octavia are competing right alongside them; they only stop when Octavia nearly dies from chocking.

"Can we get dessert to go?" Raven asks as she licks sauce from her thumb.

Lexa arches an eyebrow slowly, "You don't want to eat it here?"

"If I eat it here then I'm literally going to pop out of my pants." Raven snorts.

"That doesn't sound like such a bad thing." Lexa deadpans as she reaches for her glass of water and catches sight of Raven's smirk. "Alright, we'll get a couple of cheesecakes to go and call it a night. Movie when we get back to the apartment?"

"Only if Octavia promises not to wear socks while we cuddle." Clarke replies.

"My feet get cold!"

"And my feet get hot when yours are touching mine!"

"Guys," Lexa sighs. "I really don't want to listen to this argument again."

"Who's paying?" Raven asks through a mouthful of cheese and sauce.

"I thought you said you were stuffed," Octavia teases as she leans over to kiss a spot of sauce from Raven's lower lip and the older woman hums happily against her mouth. "It's Clarke's turn to tip and Lexa's turn to pay."

"It's always my turn to pay." Lexa grumbles.

"Don't forget to add the smiley face to the receipt." Raven orders with a stern expression.

"You're a child." Lexa sighs. "I'm in love with a child."

"That's gross. You shouldn't say that out loud." Clarke laughs as she follows Lexa out of the booth as the two move to the front to pay. "Thank you for dinner, babe. We should do this again soon."

"Maybe when our girlfriends learn how to behave in public." Lexa suggests with a look of amusement as she glances over her shoulder to catch Octavia throw a piece of ice at Raven's forehead. "You think they'll ever grow up?"

Clarke throws a quick look at the pair, "No. But it's kind of adorable."

"I know." Lexa chuckles as she rolls her eyes. "That's why it's so annoying."

"Our girls are perfect and so are you." Clarke whispers as she curls her arms around Lexa's waist and the older woman grins down at her before she drops her head to press their lips together in a soft kiss. "I love you."

Lexa smiles happily against her lips, "I love you, too."

"What about me?" Octavia demands as she forces herself between them. "Do you love me?"

"Where's Raven?" Lexa demands.

"She's ordering the cheesecake. You almost forgot." Octavia shrugs as she presses quick kisses to both Lexa and Clarke's lips and then turns to wiggle her eyebrows at a couple that stare at them in confusion.

"This place sucks." Raven huffs as she appears before the three with her arms crossed over her chest and her lower lip puckered and Clarke is quick to lean forward to kiss it away. "They don't have cheesecake."

Octavia arches an eyebrow slowly, "We have chocolate sauce and whipcream at home. You can be dessert."

"Really?" Raven beams.

"I like that idea." Clarke nods as she hurries to fish her wallet from her purse.

Lexa hums in agreement as she fumbles for her own credit card, "Yep. Me too. Let's get out of here."