From the Streets |• Clexa AU

From The Streets

"Don't touch me." Anya said sternly, not looking up from her book as Demetria drew back her finger to poke her again. Regardless of what the older girl had said, Demetria poked her once more; sending a challenging glare in response.

Octavia silently sat in the corner, scrolling through her phone mindlessly.

"What did I just say?" Anya scowled, dropping her book to glower at the teen.

"I know how much you hate human contact." Demetria stated, accepting the stare down by returning her own scowl.

"So why would you touch me?"

"Because I saw you kiss Raven yesterday and it looked like you were inhaling her." Demetria said, resisting a strong urge to grin as Anya returned to her book. Octavia coughed loudly, pretending to be engorged in her phone once again. "I'm practically scarred for life."

Demetria poked Anya one last time before Anya raised her book to hit the teen, Demetria barely jumping out of the way as the book crashed down into a pillow.

"Greetings dipshits." Raven sang as she entered the room, halting as Demetria bumped into her then breaking off in a sprint.

"What's up with her?" Raven asked, watching Demetria turn a corner into the foyer.

"She took Anya's wallet." Octavia replied without looking up.

Anya's eyes widened as she patted her pockets to prove Octavia's statement.

"Get back here you little shit!" Anya screamed, jumping over the couch to catch up to Demetria. Raven laughed mildly and sat down, replacing Anya's earlier seat.

Octavia checked her watch and started counting down, confusing the Latina.

"3, 2, 1-"

"She took my wallet too, didn't she?" Raven sighed, slowly standing up.

"And your watch." Octavia deadpanned, still not looking up from her phone

"Alright, where's the water gun?"

***

Clarke watched Lexa's soft sleeping figure, absentmindedly tracing the brunettes arm tattoo in endless circles. The two slept comfortably on a sofa in their bedroom, their legs entwined under the heavy woolen blanket and their warmth surrounding them like an invisible angel. Clarke sighed contently, leaning her head on Lexa's as she drifted off to sleep on the arm chair. The two of them inseparable.

After a few silent hours, Lexa stirred beside Clarke and gave her a sleepy kiss. Then proceeded to slither further into the blankets.

"We have to get up soon."

"No." Lexa stated.

"We have a child."

"No we don't."

"We have to feed her."

"She can find the food by herself."

"Lexa!"

"Ugh fine." Lexa groggily woke up and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.

Clarke as energetic as ever hopped out of the bed and slipped into her slippers before opening the door.

A dark blur flew past her door, followed by an infuriated Anya yelling threats. Seconds later, Raven came running down the hall with a water gun in one hand, still supporting herself with a crutch while screaming obscenities about her Rolex.

Clarke slowly backed into her bedroom and shut the door. Turning to face a confused Lexa.

"Yea, she can feed herself."