Love Hate Relationship

Chapter 33

All attention was on Luna. To say she had a captive audience would be putting it mildly. Admiration, wonder, lust, these were just a few of the expressions being worn by the group. There was something about an Amazon warrior driving her hips into a beautiful woman that was quite mesmerizing.

Meanwhile back in her parallel universe, Clarke was wondering how it was that she was getting fake fucked by Lexa's possible ex.  And not feeling too bad about it. She really needed to be more adventurous in the bedroom. When Luna was finished thrusting, Clarke stood up and put her hand to her throat, pursed her lips, blew out a breath.

Luna gave her a gentle pat on the behind, "Nice job."

The group look dazed, and a little "hot." Some discreetly readjusted their underwear.

"Anybody need a drink?" "I need a fucking drink." "I need a cigarette." The group scattered to catch their breath.

Lexa found herself in the kitchen a little later, getting Costia a glass of wine. She was pretty tipsy at this point. However, the alcohol was not helping her deal with the vision that was Clarke Griffin in her low-cut top. Her eyes had a mind of their own all night long, as they followed Clarke around the crowded room. Quite a few times she was caught stealing a glance, and it was jarring. It was like there was an invisible connection between them, a tenuous thread of attraction stretching across the room. At first, she looked away immediately. But the more she drank the more she held the stare, forcing Clarke to look away.

She re-corked the wine bottle, and turned to leave the room at the same time someone was coming in, and the saloon-style door swung open, breaking the wine glass that Lexa was holding, glass scattering across the floor. "Shit," Lexa said, looking down at her thumb that was starting to bleed.

Raven saw the whole thing and grabbed a paper towel to wrap around Lexa's thumb. "Here, hold this." She stuck her head out into the living room, "Yo Griffin! Anybody see Clarke? Tell her in the kitchen stat!" She turned her attention back to Lexa, "You okay?"

"I think so, I don't think it's a big deal," Lexa said as the paper towel turned red. Must be the alcohol, because she barely felt anything. 

O came into the kitchen with Clarke in tow, "Found her."

Clarke saw the red towel wrapped around Lexa's thumb, "Shit, what happened?"

Raven held the paper towel in place, "Wine glass broke."

Clarke looked at Lexa, "What, you practicing your superman strength? Crushing a wine glass?"

"No, somebody opened the door and my hand happened to be there."

"Here, let me see," and Clarke carefully peeled the towel back. The cut was a little deeper than she would like to see. "Well, I think you'll live, and if you're gonna get a cut that's about the best place to get it, no tendons there," as she looked at the thumb pad. "You're gonna need a stitch or two though. You should go the hospital."

"Can't you just put a band-aid on it?"

"I could, yes, I could put a band-aid on it, and leave a hideous looking scar on your thumb. I'm sure Cassie would love that."

"Who's Cassie?" Raven asked O.

"You mean Costia?" Lexa asked, with bemused smile.  Touché Dr. Griffin, she thought.

"Yeah, her." 

Lexa kept smiling. Clarke sounded a little jealous? Was that even possible?

"Just stitch it up, Clarkie," Raven said.

"With what? I don't have anything with me."

"I don't need stitches, really," Lexa said. Nobody was listening to her.