Maybe They're Right
Clarke had met Lexa at about six to study in the library, nervous as she was, there was a calm about their space that eased her nerves about working with her crush.
It had been going well, they managed to work out a stack of note cards and got half way through the study guide before things went..awry. Clarke had been pointing out something to do with cellular respiration when a soft moan floated through the air.
The two girls stopped and looked at one another, each a different shade of red. “Was that?” Clarke squeaked as another moan weaved its way to them.
“We’re almost done, we can just power through?” Lexa said, phrasing it like a question to allow Clarke an escape if she wanted it.
The blonde’s eyes flickered between Lexa and the note cards on the table before nodding. “Yeah, we can totally handle this.” Clarke smiled, her cheeks burning when the noises started to get louder.
And that’s how Clarke ended up the shade of a ripe tomato, trying to banish any awkward thoughts about her partner that tried to make themselves present during the agonizing half hour they remained in the library.
“So..uh, you wanna do this at my dorm tomorrow?” Clarke asked, biting the inside of her cheek.
Lexa smirked slightly, shrugging her shoulders. “Study or listen to people fucking?” She asked trying to be a smart ass.
“Well instead of you listening to people fuck, why don’t you two just do the deed?” A voice asked, startling the two girls.
Clarke turned her head, eyes wide with horror as her roommate and her best friend both emerged from the stacks. “Raven, Octavia..that was you guys?” She asked, her cheeks so red she was sure they were glowing.
Raven smirked at her roommate, a prideful glimmer in her eye. “Hell yeah, O wanted to see if she got off on the idea that someone might catch us.” She chuckled as Octavia smacked her arm.
Clarke shook her head, vowing to bleach her brain later. “I…am going home.” She muttered, turning on her heel to head out the door.
A hand wrapped around her upper arm, pulling her back. “Come on Clarke, they’re just trying to mess with you.” Lexa murmured, her lips mere fractions away.
Clarke swallowed hard before taking a leap of faith. “Well, maybe they’re right.” She said so softly, she wasn’t sure it was heard before she pressed a kiss to the brunette’s lips.