{Friday, one month and 30 days before the wedding]
It was noon when Bellamy heard the twist of the lock. Clarke swore she could still feel the brunette's arm around her waist as she came home. Stomping and shaking off the snow that had stuck to her boots, unraveling the big, fluffy scarf and hanging up her jacket.
"You guys slept in, I see" Bellamy chuckled as he greeted his fiancé.
"Yes, I was really lacking a good night's sleep". Clarke yawned with a satisfied expression.
Truth be told, she still was. There hadn't been much sleeping this particular night, not in the literal sense anyways.
While Bellamy wasn't a man prone to giving orgasms, his coffee was. He roasted his own beans and had this whole fancy getup. Clarke had complained that it was a hefty price and took up way to much space on their counter, but the coffee was without a doubt amazing.
She poured herself a cup, adding some vanilla syrup and two sweeteners, she topped it with some foamed milk and settled on her soft couch, draping a big fluffy blanket over her and waited for Bellamy to sit down next to her.
"So, did you have a good evening?" Bellamy asked, carelessly while scrolling threw today's paper.
"Sure. We had dinner, Lexa's great".
Solid, Clarke.
"You cooked?"
"I did, she was really happy with it."
"Bet". He said as he leaned over the sofa to kiss Clarke on the cheek, she discreetly ran her hands through her hair, directing it to cover the now turned lilac- marks trailing all the way down her neck.
After a few minutes of small talk, clearly avoiding the elephant in the room, Bellamy went on;
"Soo, how was it?"
Clarke swallowed and leaned her head back, slightly shaking with a 'meh' kind of look on her face.
"Well.. It was"
She struggled for a moment to find a fitting word.
"It was just fine, I guess, nothing revolutionary"
Clarke.. You're one, big fat liar-
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"SEVEN. TIMES!"
Raven laughed.
"Atta girl! Fuck, I knew I could have faith in that beautiful stranger". She celebrated.
"No- Raven you don't understand. I don't think I've ever orgasmed before." Clarke had finally relaxed and let herself realize what the heck actually went on the night before.
Raven kept laughing, putting her hands on her face and looking up to meet Clarke's eyes, giggling by the complete flabbergastation on her face.
"Thank god I can call Octavia and call off the womanizer we were ordering for you as a wedding gift, now that it seems like you found one on your own"
Clarke shot Raven a glare.
"No, it was just a one time thing, besides, I think I made a really good friend last night. Platonic pals for all she thinks anyways."
Raven delivered a glare right back at her.
"Whatever you say.. Did you return the favor though?"
Clarke's expression turned into a mischievous grin.
"I did, at least I hope I did.. She helped, talked me through it, the first time and then it just like.. happened naturally for the other times.."
Raven grabbed both sides of Clarke's head and planted an aggressive peck on her lips.
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something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue
Fanfiction"I'd like you to spend one night with my fiancé.." Lexa nearly spit out her drink. The wedding is in two months... both Clarke and Bellamy had their separate thoughts on their relationship. Sure, they loved each other, high school sweethearts in all...
