Time flies
Not wanting to rush things, Beca had decided not to call Clarke the next day. But yeah of course she couldn’t think about anything but the feeling of Clarke’s lips against hers and around 2 a.m. she gave up. “Hey Beca!” she could almost hear Clarke smile as she picked up her phone within like two seconds. Never before had anyone answered her phone call faster, it was almost as if Clarke had been waiting for it. This encouraged her to say “So had a blast of a time last night, thought you might want to hang out tonight? Not wanting to impose or anything, it’s just I –,” “I would love nothing more!” “Second chance for a homemade Beca Mitchell-dinner?” “I’ll not waste this one.”
Just like last time Beca’s dinner preparations were ready way on beforehand, but unlike last time Clarke arrived on time. In fact she was even ten minutes early. Seemed like Beca wasn’t the only one who couldn’t wait to spend more time together. As she opened the door she was perplexed, Clarke’s appearance immediately took her breath away. For at least five full seconds she stood there baffled, staring at her beautiful body in this nice black dress, before she blushingly stepped aside so Clarke could come in. Mad at herself for making every situation impossibly awkward, she said: “Welcome to my humble apartment miss Griffin.” Which luckily enough made Clarke laugh, “Good evening Beca, glad to finally make it inside.” Beca just rolled her eyes and led her to her living room annex kitchen.
“Oh it already smells wonderful in here”, “Not as wonderful as you look”, she blurted out without thinking, but since Clarke was the most awesome person alive, she didn’t laugh at her but instead said: “You don’t look that bad yourself.” Beca knew there was only one way to properly respond to a comment like that, so she stood on her toes and pressed her lips softly against Clarke’s. Only now realizing how much she’d missed this taste the past 16 hours. Her hands went through Clarke’s hair as she caressed Beca’s face, and she knew: she could get used to this.
As the evening came to an end they were cuddling in the sofa, enjoying their last glass of wine and more even each other’s company. Beca noticed Clarke’s eyes were scanning the room, “You search something?” “Well no”, she said while clearly trying to repress a yawn, “I was just deciding that I wouldn’t mind spending more time in this room.” Beca smiled and pressed a kiss on Clarke’s lips. “I wouldn’t mind that either.”
The next five weeks Beca felt like she was living in a dream, or better even, a fairytale. She had spent almost every evening at Clarke’s home or vice versa and they’d done so many exciting things Beca literally couldn’t believe this was all happening to her. She’d been certain she’d had that once-in-a-lifetime chance on romance with Chloe and she hadn’t been expecting anyone like Clarke to come around. Not that she would complain about it. Not in a thousand years. With Clarke, it all just came so naturally, even sex. With Clarke, she felt like she could lose her armor cause somehow she knew Clarke would never hurt her and would be there to protect her against people who might.
“So ehm Raven called this afternoon,” Beca looked up from the kitchen counter where she was chopping vegetables for the spaghetti as Clarke was setting the table. She was surprised Clarke mentioned this phone call, she dialed her friends all the time. And it was not like she was interested in the amazing life of Miss Perfect AKA Raven Reyes. Why had she even remembered her last name? “She is coming over next weekend and well, she’s dying to meet you.”
“Oh.”
“Come on Beca, we’ve to get to know each other’s friends sooner or later.” Clarke had walked up behind Beca and wrapped her arms around her, forcing her to drop the knife. Beca groaned, “Sure you want your friends to meet the first friend you make in L.A.?” “So we’re just friends ha?” Clarke started kissing Beca’s neck, which made her shiver and as her lips reached Beca’s ear she quietly asked: “Is this what all your friends do to you?” Beca couldn’t help but moan, this girl knew which game she was playing. But she wasn’t letting her win that easily. She forced Clarke to loosen her grip so she could turn around and start her own offensive. Beca softly pressed a kiss on Clarke’s collar bone and let one hand slip under her shirt, finding its way towards her breasts, which made Clarke shudder a little. As she softly squeezed her boob Beca whispered: “No this is definitely not what I do with my friends.” While Clarke’s hands were tickly moving downwards on Beca’s back, she said with a mischievous smile: “So we’re not friends then?” Beca felt her cheeks turn red, “You know what we are”, she growled. With her left hand swiftly unbuckling Beca’s belt, Clarke brought her mouth to Beca’s ear and whispered: “But I would like you to say it.” She could feel Clarke’s hand in her panties now and a warm feeling spread between her legs, all she could do in response was pull Clarke closer and sigh. Her mouth searched her way back to Clarke’s as the blonde’s fingers found their way inside.
Then all the sudden Clarke paused, “say it Beca”, and she pressed another wet kiss on her lips. “Gosh Clarke, you can’t tease me like that”, she moaned but she saw Clarke’s smirk and they both knew she had lost this discussion. “Fine,’ she sighed “you’re my girlfriend and… you can tell Raven I’ll be there next week.” Clarke’s hole face started glowing and she winked, “That’s all I needed to hear.” Damn. Clarke had obviously already discovered all of her weak spots.