Girls, Interrupted
The downy bed linens meant to keep Clarke warm have been kicked haphazardly to the foot of the bed. Despite the chill in the air, Lexa has made Clarke unbearably hot, so much so, that the only thing she can tolerate touching her skin at this moment is her own left hand. Her right hand holds the phone steady against her ear, as Lexa whispers whatever the opposite of sweet nothings are to her. Dirty somethings?
Lexicon is irrelevant when her girlfriend’s low and sultry voice is telling Clarke how she wants to throw her leg over her shoulder and grind into her to make their clits kiss. “Fuck Lex” her words float out between shaky breaths, “I wish you were here.” There’s a long pause between them, before Lexa’s soft moan breaks the silence. “Just two more weeks, love, then I’ll be home.” Another moan, this time from Clarke, filters between them spurring Lexa on, “But until then, just imagine your fingers are mine.”
Lexa explicitly directs Clarke’s ever so pliant hands with her words, and soon fingers push past damp blonde curls into an abyss of absolute pleasure. Flushed skin arches off the bed and Clarke’s vision fades to black as she hears Lexa say “That’s it baby, cum for….” The mood suffers a severe blow with three very loud, urgent sounding knocks to Clarke’s front door. Moments later, the person at the door calls out Clarke’s name and knocks loud enough that Lexa recognizes the sound and asks who is at her door.
An extremely frustrated Clarke apologizes to Lexa and promises to call her back as soon as possible to finish what they’ve started. She then grabs a nearby fluffy blue bathrobe, and wraps it around her sweat sheened body. The persistent knocker calls out for Clarke to answer the door again, and as she gets closer she can make out the voice. Raven. Clarke sprints the last ten feet to the door, panic setting in that something is wrong with her friend. She swings open the front door, worry already settling on her face and in her eyes, only to find a clearly inebriated Raven on her front porch.
“I just miss her” Raven interrupts her own whining with an involuntary hiccup, “so fucking much!” Tear stains run down Raven’s cheeks and she absolutely reeks of whiskey. Another hiccup. “I blame you, ya know?!” This takes Clarke by surprise, “Rae, hun, you’re fucking drunk. And also, don’t blame this shit on me!” A blur of dark hair stumbles through the doorway, and Raven somehow manages to get to the sofa. “If you hadn’t met Lexa, then I wouldn’t have ever met her hot as fuck bestie.” Raven bursts into heavy sobs and Clarke sits down beside her, slipping a comforting arm around her best friend’s shoulders.
“Rae, is this about their going away party again?” Big brown eyes look up into Clarke’s empathetic baby blues, and Raven covers her face with her hands and nods. “I should’ve told I loved her before she went to go study abroad for an entire semester. I mean, hello, hot Euro sapphics running around on nude beaches!” Clarke can’t help the chuckle that escapes her lips in response to her friends misguided sorrows. Raven stops to wipe away her tears with the hem of her t-shirt and then looks up at her incredulously, “Are you seriously laughing at me right now?!?!”
Clarke gives her friend a tight squeeze and sighs, “I have it on good authority that Anya misses you just as much as you miss her. The term is almost over and they’ll be back in a couple of weeks.” She pulls out her phone and begins ordering an Uber for Raven, silently wondering how she even made it to her doorstep in the first place. Recognizing the app, her friend sobers enough to realize she’s about to be sent home, “First you laugh at me, then you kick me out? What kind of BFF are you?”
After confirming Raven’s ride is just a couple of minutes away, she stands up from the sofa, and walks to the kitchen to retrieve a water bottle and some ibuprofen. “Raven, everyone knows you love Anya…especially Anya.” Clarke dispenses two small pills and opens the water bottle, “Take these and finish the bottle.” Raven does as shes told, guzzling the entire bottle without taking a breath.
A notification goes off on her phone, alerting the pair that the Uber driver has arrived. She then extends her hands, in offering, and helps Raven to her feet. “Any other time, I’d make the couch up for you, and we could watch cheesy horror films and make fun of the bad acting while consuming our body weight in ice cream.” Clarke opens her front door and waves out to the ride-share driver, “But you were kinda a clam jam earlier and I intend to call Lexa back ASAP and you don’t wanna be here for that.” She pauses to let that bit of information marinate in Raven’s whiskey soaked mind, before nudging her over the threshold and onto the porch. “Text me when you get home!” Clarke shuts the door just as Raven’s face screws up in disgust, having just realized what Clarke was talking about.
Clarke locks the door behind her, grabs her phone from the sofa table, and sheds her robe mid stride while hitting redial. Lexa answers on the first ring, “Is everything okay, love?” Clarke smiles while she speaks, Lexa’s voice having an immediate effect on her. “Everything is okay-ish. Just tell Anya to call Raven soon, she’s kinda a mess. But enough about that!” Clarke flops down on her bed, naked and supine, and lowers her voice an octave before continuing. “Where were we again? Oh that’s right, you were just about to make me cum!”