Firsts

"Hey, Raven." Clarke stared at the wires, trying like hell to make it make sense and wishing it didn't need to. She'd rather be on the main level with Raven, holding her hand. Or, better yet, she'd rather be with Raven, thirty minutes in the past, before Murphy shot her and before she tried to prove how tough she was by walking with the bullet still inside her like a time bomb.

"What?" Raven sounded too far away, farther than the few feet that separated them and farther than could be bridge by a few words.

"I'd pick you first." Clarke closed her eyes and waited for Raven to respond. Would she even understood everything Clarke meant, that she was talking about so much more than a school project or a pickup game.

Raven snorted. "Of course you would. I'm awesome."

They hadn't had a moment alone since then. They'd called Jasper back to fix the wires, then the army stopped testing and started attacking and the rest of their people had flooded into the pod. Then she'd been hauled off to Mt Weather and she assumed Raven was dead. Except she wasn't. She was very much alive and standing in front of her.

"Hey, Clarke." Raven smiled, her lips curled up on one side like a rogue.

Clarke didn't stop to think. She ran to Raven and crashed into her, knocking her off balance. She fell to the ground, and Clarke landed on her with an oomph.

Raven laughed. "You really know how to knock a girl off her feet."

When Clarke tried to stand, embarrassed but unable to regret her enthusiasm, Raven wrapped her arms around her and held her close. It'd been too long since she'd seen Raven, and even longer since she felt the warmth of another body beneath hers. If only there weren't so many other people around. And if they were naked. Yeah, that would make it better.

"I thought you were dead," Clarke said, her face buried in Raven's neck.

"Shhh, it's okay. I'm okay, Clarke."

Clarke pulled back far enough to look into Raven's eyes, just to prove that Raven was real, that this wasn't a dream.

Raven ran her hands through Clarke's hair, and then brushed her thumb over Clarke's cheek. "Don't cry," she said softly. "I'm okay."

Clarke hadn't realized she was crying until Raven wiped away the tears. She snuffled. "I thought you were dead," she said, still unable to believe that Raven was here, alive, and smiling up at her.

"Yeah, you already said that part." Raven continued to move her hands rhythmically, alternating between combing her fingers through Clarke's hair and touching her face. "I missed you." She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth, biting it for a moment then letting it slip free.

Clarke stared at her lips and subconsciously licked her own. She'd waited too long to do this before, opting to play it safe, to not risk their friendship on something that she was afraid was only in her head. But the way Raven was looking at her, her gaze darting between Clarke's eyes and her mouth... She definitely wasn't imagining that.

"I hope this is okay." Clarke moved in slowly, giving Raven time to tell her no and praying she wouldn't.

"Yeah." Raven nodded, her movement stilted as she continued to stare at Clarke's lips. "Definitely okay."

And then, Clarke brushed her lips against Raven's. They were perfect and soft and set Clarke on fire in a way she hadn't experienced in far too long. She tangled her fingers into Raven's hair and licked along Raven's bottom lip until she opened her mouth, allowing Clarke to deepen the kiss. She could get lost in a kiss like this, forget herself and everything around them. Raven moaned into her mouth and a ball of heat blossomed low in Clarke's belly.

"Alright you two, break it up," A voice Clarke didn't recognize broke through the fog in her mind.

She pulled back only to have Raven pull her back in for another, deeper kiss. She didn't know who the man who spoke was, and if Raven didn't care, neither did Clarke.

"Seriously, Clarke, everybody is staring." That voice belonged to her mother.

This time, when she broke the kiss, Raven let her.

"Sorry, Mom. Just making sure that Raven understands that I meant it when I said I'd pick her first."