Kiss me, Not

End Game, Baby

"So..."

Raven squinted her eyes, focusing on the blonde girl bending over at the oven.

"Yupp," Clarke puffed, placing the cake on the counter carefully.

"For real?" She still can't believe her ears.

"Yupp."

Raven laughed, "God... You're persistent."

Clarke glared but then shakes her head - chuckling. Another brown mane girl entered the kitchen, sauntering towards the blonde - Raven smirked and stepped back.

"Hey you."

Clarke grins feeling that familiar warmth behind her. "Hey you."

"That looks burnt," Lexa mocked.

She grunted elbowing her back, "go away."

Lexa laughed, quickly pecking her on the head before shoving Raven playfully who was obviously gagging in the corner.

"God... I now truly believe that Clarke Griffin is a miracle worker. Look what have you done to Commander Lexa - smarty pants. You turned her jelly," Raven slowly clapped her hands into an applause.

Lexa just stood there narrowing her eyes at her, sipping her hot steaming coffee - in pure sheer silence.

"Oh leave her alone, Raven!" Clarke stuck her tongue at her and pulled the silent girl for a hug.

Lexa rolled her eyes - she can't believe she's being the main topic of Clarke's friend's own entertainment AGAIN. She had had enough and she won't just stand there and let it happen AGAIN! She looks at Raven and was about to retaliate when Raven raised her eyebrows at her with that hint of warning. Or maybe not...

"Fuck... I hate your friends Clarke," she growled pulling away from her wife and stomped to the living room.

Clarke watched her walked away and kicked Raven on the knee, Raven almost wobbled. "Stop it, Rae!"

"What?" Raven raised her hands in defence. "It's true! She turned softy! She stopped messing around with you. She turns mushy when she's around you. She- She- Did you see her eyes when she entered the room, Clarke? She was staring at your ass! Oh you have no idea how thirsty she looked!"

Clarke blushed, quickly turning around and starts busying herself with the cake. "No she does not."

"Why are you still in denial?" Raven stood beside her. "Hey," But Clarke kept avoiding her look. "Stop it, Clarke. Stop being all insecure. You have her. Lexa loves you."

Clarke sighs, "I know...." She looks over at the kitchen door and starts to whisper, "It's just- you know, this kind of stories only happens in the movies or some fantasy fanfics with authors who's all mushy with wild imaginations. Not in real life!"

"But this is real life."

"I know. It just sounds so surreal! As if I'll just wake up one morning and realised it was just a dream! What if this isn't real, Rae? What if this was all just a dream and my head is really fucked up? You know it happened to me before and I wouldn't doubt if it happens again."

Raven sighs and pulled her to face her, "look here, Clarke. This is real. You're real. I'm real. Lexa's real. This life is real! You have your dream girl. Your dream job. And very soon, your dream son! That is one hell of a dream come true!" Hitting her on the head to knock some sense on her.

Clarke laughed. "Yeah. Yeah, I am. Aren't I?" Her eyes found the clock on the wall. "Shit! We have to pick him up in an hour! I have to finish this cake!"