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Clarke stared down at the one test she wished she had failed. The blonde couldn't believe she was pregnant. At first, she bought the test out of paranoia, wanting to eliminate any potential threats to her health. However, when the time came to take the pregnancy test, she didn’t expect it to come back positive and didn’t give it much thought. She even forgot about it and began making a list of items to buy for her empty apartment. But her world changed when she returned to the bathroom and saw that the test was positive. Clarke's chest filled with fear and confusion.

It's the first time she's felt this combination of emotions since leaving her parents' house in Brooklyn. At that time, she had just started university out of state for her pre-med degree, which meant being away from everyone she knew. It caused her more fear than she would like to admit, but that now seems trivial compared to her current problem. Raising a child is a tremendous responsibility, and at just twenty-two years old, she has only recently moved back to New York. Balancing childcare with starting medical school seems almost impossible given her small allowance and time to support both. Moreover, society often frowns upon such a situation today.

Clarke is an Omega—a single, unmated Omega who aspires to become a General Surgeon. Many view her ambition as delusional, as most Omegas typically pursue careers as nurses. Now that she is pregnant, her situation has become even more complicated. There is a long list of reasons why she shouldn't have a child at this time, but Clarke struggles with the idea of aborting the pregnancy or putting the baby up for adoption.

Most, if not all, children who aren't adopted at birth usually go into the system, and from what Clarke's heard from her friends is that you pray to whatever god you believe in, not to present as an Omega before aging out. It isn't very easy in Clarke's eyes. If she gives the baby up or doesn't give them up, there is a possibility of fucking them up. Clarke can see all possibilities, but one thing is clear: she must find the other parent before deciding. 

The other parent isn't a mystery of identity but rather a mystery of determining who exactly is the parent among all the people she has slept with. Clarke has been in New York for only two months, living in Manhattan for school. She occasionally visits Brooklyn to see her friends and family, although those visits have become less frequent recently. At first, she attended several events, including a welcome home party, birthday celebrations, and some nights at friends' houses for drinks. Throughout all of this, she only remembers sleeping with two people, yet there's a possibility of a third. It has been two months since she left Baltimore and the same time since her breakup with her ex-girlfriend.

The three possible sires of Clakre’s unborn child could be:

1. Clarke’s rebellious but somehow reliable best friend, Raven Reyes.

2. Bellamy's sweet and surprising younger sister, Octavia Blake.

3. Clarke's cold, distant, and confusing ex-girlfriend, Lexa Woods.

Either way, Clarke believes she's utterly fucked.

Clarke could've sworn she was on suppressants and using protection, but ultimately, she can't exactly remember. Just because Lexa always wore a condom, level-headed didn't account for the times they weren't.  Raven never left the house without a condom, but drunk Clarke makes bad decisions, and Octavia, well, that was a little bit more on the foggy side. Still, Clarke doesn't remember having any of them cum inside her, but then again, she ran out on all three of them.

Clarke throws the test at her apartment’s window and lets out a frustrated growl, deciding that this would be a tomorrow issue as she picks up her notebook to continue her list.

Upcoming Chapter: Chapter One - The Best Friend.

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Clarke is a coward, and she fully admits it at this moment. Clarke had this whole plan to confess to Raven about everything; being pregnant, her complicated feelings, and why she wants Raven to be in the baby's life. Yet, as soon as Clarke stepped out of the services car and onto the sidewalk of Raven's apartment complex, she froze. Clarke is about to make life-altering decisions, not just for herself, but for her best friend. 

Despite being a year older, Raven is dancing along the lines of immaturity. The older woman has never been in a relationship longer than a month and often forgets to pay rent. The woman has been arrested multiple times (granted, everyone in their friend group has). Still, there is no reason to excuse her behaviour that's gotten her to spend more than a few nights in jail. Everyone, including Clarke, has advised all her exes to run before overcommitting. Because they all ended up heartbroken or bitter about the experience. Yet, despite it all, Raven is still a good and fair person who Clarke somehow trusts most out of everyone she knows.

Raven is rational and makes good money, she may forget to pay rent, but it does get paid before even a second notice can be made out. She is attentive to those she cares for, and though she can be overly cocky. The Alpha has a right to be because she is good in her specialties. Not only that, but the Latina is beyond funny and never fails to make the blonde woman smile. Clarke has many reasons to love the other woman and hates the thought of losing her, and knowing that idea might not be so far from reality is crushing.

The two have come so far since meeting when they were kids. Back in the day, Clarke and Raven disliked each other. Sometimes, it boarded the lines of hate; sometimes, they enjoyed each other's company, but they both agreed on one thing: their friends. 

Finn Collins was their mutual friend as kids, and he was the reason the two met in the first place. The young boy was a slim but fast kid who always let his floppy brown hair flow long. He often was covered in dirt, or whatever it was he fell in on the streets. The young boy was obsessed with parkour, and unfortunately, he wasn't the best at it. Parkour is actually the reason how Clarke met Finn. 

The two were twelve, and Finn was running around with some older guys teaching him how to jump from building to building. Most of the guys just happened to live in Clarke's neighbourhood and decided it was best to teach him there rather than Finn's. The unnamed boys only did this on the off chance someone tried to shoot a bullet at them for their reputation in the rough area. Either way, it was boneheadedness as they practically forced young Finn to jump onto her building. It was common knowledge most people that did parkour in the neighbourhood had rarely succeeded in leaping to her tower from the lower one. Unfortunately, she wishes that wasn't the case, as Finn would join the unlucky majority. 

The boy managed to slow down while falling, but ultimately it caused him some ripped muscles, a shoulder dislocation, a broken wrist, a fractured hip, and a broken ankle. The broken bones didn't happen until he hit the ground with a disgusting thud and a couple of eery snaps.

Clarke remembers running into the alley to see if he was alright and even looked up to see the shocked boys above. It was terrifying to witness the boys run off. Finn groaned in pain as blood soaked his jeans and dirty tee. 

Clarke didn't want to leave him alone, but she had no phone to call an ambulance. She couldn't even call somebody he knew. Clarke tried to keep him awake as she told him; she'd be right back. However, Finn passed out, and out of fear, the blonde dragged him to the end of the alley. Clarke hoped with each muscle in her body that she didn't A) fuck up his spine as she pulled the surprisingly light boy. B) Didn't absolutely ruin her favourite pink long-sleeve and fashionable light blue jeans with the amount of blood and dirt he had on him. Yet, most of all, she hoped she could find the boy some help so he wouldn't die or sustain permanent injuries.

Clarke's father, thankfully, wasn't far from her and noticed her jeans soaked with crimson and her worrisome eyes. The older man approached the pair, and after making sure the young blonde was alright, he fell to his knees to check for a pulse. Despite how well he carried himself in this situation, the sandy brown-haired man wasn't a doctor. He only knew what little his wife had told him, Which was just to ensure he stayed alive until the professionals arrived. So, Jake checked to see if Finn was breathing and inspected him for any fatal wounds. Despite being physically purple in many areas, Finn seemed fine regarding whether he would live or die. 

Clarke had been sent to find her mother as Jake called paramedics. Clarke ran up the stairs to the top of their apartment building, hoping her mother hadn't just left for her shift at the hospital. Luck seemed to be on Clarke's side as she burst through the door of the upper-class home and saw her mom by the esteemed white couch, throwing on some last-minute attire. When the older woman's gaze fell upon Clarke and saw the blood and dirt mixed on her clothes as tears of fear slid down the younger blonde's flushed cheeks, she instantly dropped everything to check on the girl. Clarke's face was held by warm hands as she was forced to look her mom dead in the eyes as the older blonde questioned her state. Clarke's memory isn't the best, but she thinks she said something about Finn falling from the fifth-story building neighbouring their sixth-story building. Yet, she doesn't fully remember how the conversation went. 

The aftermath is what Clarke remembers quite well. Clarke reflects on the hostility Finn's found family showed her when they first met at the hospital. The first people the blonde came across that knew Finn were a couple of boys named Monty and Jasper. They were his younger foster brothers, and they were the ones who answered the call from the hospital. The two had left their foster parents a letter on the table before heading over to see if Finn was alright. The boys weren't that tall and were much skinnier than Finn; granted, they were eleven, so it wasn't expected for them to be bulky, but it wasn't a surprise when they presented as omegas when the time came. Though similar in build, they are drastically different in features. They both have dark hair and dark eyes, but Jasper has messy over-ear hair and pale skin, whereas Monty has thick over-ear hair and tan skin. It was genuinely upsetting when Clarke saw how distraught and worried the boys were over Finn. However, it wasn't as bad as what happened next. 

Raven has always been short for an Alpha, but she's always managed to walk ten times taller. It's alluring and scary and would have been more attractive; If Raven wasn't so angry when they met. Raven walked through the hospital halls in clothes looking to be in worse shape than hers, with two of the tallest boys she'd ever seen at the time. The trio looked ready to beat the crap out of whoever caused Finn pain. Clarke remembered the look Raven shot her when Monty and Jasper pointed her out. Pure unhinged rage was the only way she could describe it, and Clarke almost broke down when the brunette grabbed her by her blood-soaked shirt. The brunette screamed an accusation of Clarke's role in Finn's hospitalization. The fiery woman didn't even give the blonde a chance to explain as she spits foul words. Clarke wasn't necessarily scared the moment the Latina grabbed ahold of her. If anything, Clarke had just started getting over the adrenaline rush and was still trying to process what had happened. It's not that she wanted to cry from fear but more out of confusion. 

However, she was saved when the Latina's foster father grabbed Raven by the shoulder and pulled her away from the young blonde. The dark older man reprimed Raven for acting up in such a sensitive place before pulling her down the hall to properly discipline her. Clarke remembers her sending one last look before the brunette was dragged away. After the rough encounter with the older girl, Clarke felt awkward being left with four boys in the hall outside Finn's room. 

After a few minutes of silence, the new boys apologized for Raven's antics and introduced themselves as Bellamy Blake and John Murphy. Bellamy was more compassionate when it came to getting to know Clarke. Apologizing the most out of the two and asking if she was alright and how she came along to find Finn. Clarke explained everything to him and even apologized for what happened despite not being involved. After that, they started getting to know each other; Clarke enjoyed his company to a great degree and felt comfortable enough to sit with him in the hall. However, Murphy was a bit more defensive and quiet. It felt almost like he didn't believe her story, but Bell hit Murphy in the shoulder with a stern look after the third comment. The younger boy shut up, and Clarke realized she not only wanted Bellamy as a friend, but Murhpy was also very lovesick. 

They waited well over three hours before Raven appeared again, and the adults had arrived by then. Jake and Clarke had to make a statement because Finn was not only a minor in the system, but his fall didn't seem like an accident. Finn's foster parents had also been there, and they seemed worried about him but were distant from anyone other than the authorities. Raven's foster dad talked to her mother, Abby, hoping to get a discreet update, but her mother was too professional to leak that information. Thankfully Finn didn't get into too much trouble as they were able to catch the boys who influenced Finn to jump and only gave Finn a lot of talking about how he could've died. However, that's not what Clarke focused on the entire time. 

Clarke, since then, has found comfort in Bellamy's presence, but when Clarke is in the same room as Raven, it's always felt different. At the time, the older girl looked at the blonde with disdain, which intrigued Clarke incredibly. The way Raven immediately jumped up to avenge her friend was something she never saw within her friend group at that age. It was like a moth to a flame, and the infatuation only grew when Raven approached her to apologize. The slightly taller girl wore a dirty, ripped tank top with stained cargo pants and a severely faded flannel tightly wrapped around her waist. The brunette's skin was tan and rough due to the fresh scars and cuts. The Latina's expression was bored, and she held her hand for Clarke to shake. 

Clarke didn't grab her hand or move to do it either. 

Raven rolled her eyes and spoke in a snarky tone. "Raven," she said as if Clarke would know what she was talking about. 

Clarke tried not to look like an idiot as she tried deciphering what it meant, but the older girl was impatient and continued before Clarke could respond. 

"My name, it's Raven, and yours?  Princess. " Ravens said, the nickname coming out like a taunt, with a slight smirk as she pulled her arm back to cross her arms. Looking entirely too intimidating for a thirteen-year-old.

To this very day, Clarkes has never been unable to justify her response. Then again, can we explain anything we've done at twelve? Either way, she cringes all over when she remembers her face morphing into a look of disgust as she scoffs and insults Raven. 

"I have nothing to say to a dirty bird like you. I mean, do you only think with your fist?" 

From that moment on, the two would fight whenever they saw each other. It got so bad that Raven had a black eye because Clarke kicked her in the face when Raven touched her leg while climbing a fence into an abandoned building. They bickered almost daily and called each other names. It's truly a wonder how they became each other's rock. It wasn't like they had much in common besides being too headstrong. That's about it, but Clarke suspects it because they trauma bonded when Finn turned sixteen. 

The reason they become best friends isn't a happy one. Finn had decided to do something foolish for his birthday, and unlike the last accident, it didn't have a better ending. The group of friends don't exactly like talking about it, but it's why Finn is no longer around, why Bellamy and Murphy ended up in prison for almost four years. It's also why Raven has permanent nerve damage in her leg. Clarke hates that she wasn't lumped in with them when it came time to be arrested, but it was a unanimous decision between the whole group that Jasper, Clarke, and Monty were to walk away free with no charge to their name. Clarke didn't want that to be the case, but Raven lied to the cops for her, and the teenage blonde knew it was too risky, to tell the truth after that. 

Thankfully, Raven didn't get charged, and it was all because Officer Marcus Kane had no legal reason for shooting her. However, it still scared the ever-living shit out of her sixteen-year-old self because of how close all of them were to death and a lifetime in prison. All because Finn and her ex-friend Wells thought to do something stupid on a whim.

The only thing that eased the fear inside Clarke was when she saw the brown-eyed beauty in the hospital bed, where she looked ten times better than when the blonde had seen her four days prior. 

The older girl looked at her with a teasing smile. "Worried about me, princess?" These were the first words Raven said to her before the blonde rushed in for a tight hug.

Clarke used to think Bellamy's hugs were the best, but that all changed when Raven wrapped her arms around the blonde, and she felt the brunette's warm breath against her neck. Raven held her tight, rubbing her hands on the younger girl's back in a smooth and comforting pattern. Clarke hated that she couldn't protect her friends from the inevitable dangers they got caught in, but Raven's presence and reassurance got her through the rest of her minor years. 

Raven was the person who encouraged her to head to Baltimore for pre-med and didn't judge her when the blonde said she missed New York and wanted to return. The Alpha was also the person Clarke confided in when she and Lexa had problems in their relationship. Raven isn't just someone; she's everything to Clarke, and it's a shame that one night might ruin that all.

Raven had been out of the city for about a month and a half and only returned recently. Raven never kept it a secret; she always wondered about her bio family. Raven talked about it often and only told Clarke what little the brunette knew of her mother. It was only a year ago Raven's maternal aunt reached out to her in the hope of providing some answers she may have about where she came from. 

Raven was hesitant at first and had a very long conversation with Clarke about how the brunette didn't know what to do about the situation. It drove her mad, and the Latina cried in her arms for over a few nights, but eventually, she came around. Raven had small but comforting lunches with her mom's sister, Regina Wilson-Reyes. Soon their lunches turned into dinners and then family gatherings. Where Raven got to meet more of her cousins, aunts and uncles. Clarke is highly proud of Raven for how far she's come to know more about her birth family. Seeing her so happy about it is fantastic and fulfilling, but if you ask Clarke if she would change anything about the experience, she hates to say she would. 

The last time she saw Raven was a week before she left for Mexico to visit her maternal grandparents. Ironically, that was also the second night Clarke had come home. The party wasn't Raven's idea despite being at Raven's apartment. After getting into it with one of her neighbours, the brunette wasn't much of a partier, as the ordeal resulted in a one-night jail stay. Raven only lets the party happen because she wants to show her support for Clarke, but also because she has the most extravagant apartment of their friends.

Yet, the blonde knew something was bothering the twenty-four-year-old. Raven barely acknowledged her, and she got Clarke swept up into the Omega group that likes to talk and deliver jabs about how proud they are of Clarke for going after a non-stereotypical job. Even Bellamy was tricked into agreeing with them, and he's the most Alpha-like of the Omegas. Either way, it hurt her brain, and it all was a blur until Clarke and Raven were alone. 

Raven had been sitting on the sofa and was idly taking sips from her can of beer when Clarke approached her after saying goodbye to Murphy and Bell. The older woman barely looked at her, which frustrated the blonde, not knowing what Raven was thinking, but she stayed silent as she stood before the Alpha. 

"Just say it already. I know you're dying to ask," Raven eventually said, still not bothering to face the younger woman as she took a long drink from her can, placing it on the sleek side table when she finished it. 

Clarke almost felt lost as she tried to respond in a manner that wouldn't drive Raven into a crazed spiral. Yet, she never had the right words regarding Raven; she just somehow understood what she meant. 

"Don't be like that; you know I hate when you ignore me. If you're mad at me, just say it so we can talk it out, rather than you brooding the entire time in Mexico," she said, coming over to sit beside the tan woman. Clarke felt Raven's eyes roll as their bodies collided on the navy sofa. 

Clarke doesn't expect her to answer right away, as it takes a bit for Raven to find the right words. Unlike Clarke, Raven never wants her comment to be misinterpreted. Which is something Clarke always adored but could never repeat for her own good. 

As Clarke waited for Raven to speak, the blonde took the time to admire her apartment. Clarke has only been to the apartment once before. It was less furnished then. It smelled unpleasant, but now that Raven's lived in it for two years, it looked nice and smelled much better. The walls are white, and the floors are hardwood, polished, so you could easily slide on socks. The living room tables are black, but the furniture contrasts grey and blue. Though it's a Morden style with cool colours, Clarke always thought Raven looked best in red.   

"Were you going to say yes?" Raven said, interrupting Clarke's assessment. 

Clarke took a minute to think the ambiguous question over, but when no obvious answer came right away, she faced Raven with a look of confusion. "Say yes to what?" She questioned back.

Raven sighed and turned her upper body to look Clarke in the eye. As she hesitated with her words. "To Lexa's proposal," she said in a quiet breath with a tinge of something Clarke couldn't decipher in those brown eyes. 

Clarke couldn't help the look of surprise she displayed, and she even tried recovering with a cough, but she knew it was useless. Clarke never really thought about it; it's not like Lexa asked, and it's not like she knew where the relationship was going. They never spent a cycle together, and Lexa looked uncomfortable when talks of it came up. So, Clarke never pushed. If anything, Lexa's behaviour gave her more reason to leave and aided what she said next. 

"Uh, I don't know; I mean, Lexa's great and all, but she's very confusing when it comes to stuff like that, so honestly, I have no idea," the blonde expresses truthfully. 

Raven seemed to be appeased by the answer but still looked hesitant as she went to ask her another question, and this time it was even more surprising than the last. "Do you love her?" She asked before biting her lip with mild anticipation.

Clarke had never been asked that question. She's not even sure what love is anymore. Again, Lexa is great and makes Clarke happy whenever possible, but Clarke's never been in love to know what love is, so it's not easy. Clarke thought for a fleeting moment she liked Finn and another girl from school, but they were just crushes, and she had never had a sexual or romantic relationship before Lexa. So, it's hard to tell what love is; Clarke has never felt the way a book or movie has explained. Yet, Clarke can't say she agrees with her answer either. 

"I- may be, I mean, no, I don't think so, I- I, I meant again she's great, I just- I don't know. I mean, why does it matter? Why do you want to know? What does this have to with you being mad at me? I-"

Clarke wanted to say she saw it coming, but she didn't. The blonde was shocked. Never in their life or friendship has Raven done something so drastic and crazy or unexpected. It was prolonged and fast as Raven grabbed her collar first before switching to her nape and pulling her in until their lips met. It was as if her brain short-circuited, and she was overcome with an overwhelming need to be that much closer to Raven. It was both exciting and nerve-wracking. Clarke had never thought about kissing Raven, but now she might never stop. She didn't believe it. It felt surreal and earth-shattering as this new experience was to define a unique role in the relationship. She didn't even know what it meant when their kiss continued, and Raven leaned over her as she fell into the couch. Clarke knows she could've stopped it at any point, but when the brunette's cold hands roamed the end of her t-shirt. Slowly inching towards her chest with each passing second, she purposefully refused to stop the brunette. 

More time passed, and the continuous making-out eventually made her lightheaded. Clarke only pulled away to briefly take a breath of air, and she was mesmerized by the sight of her best friend above her. Clarke always knew Raven was beautiful, but looking up at her and seeing sultry eyes as she licked her lips before revealing a cocky smirk, slowly inching back to her lips. It was like looking at another woman entirely. The blonde closed her eyes as Raven's soft lips met hers in a slow, passionate kiss that took her breath away much faster than the foremost. 

Clarke felt like she could die at that moment. It was like Raven knew precisely the type of passion and care she needed to start the rising fire in Clarke. Not only that, but her lips were soft and rough in their own perfect way. The best way to describe it would be the tingly feeling of something spicy touching your lips. It burned but felt pleasurable when you soothed it with your tongue. The Latina didn't grope the blonde in a sorely dishevelled or rushed manner. Raven took her time mapping Clarke's body out before removing any of their clothes, but of course, the great Raven Reyes still gets impatient sometimes.

Raven pulled away and removed her grey long sleeve and exposed her olive skin and toned body to Clarke. Clarke's not aware of what caught her attention the most. Because it was a tie between the brunette's sheen abbs and the skimpy red bra. Clarke has seen muscle before, and though it's impressive in its own right. The fact that Raven looked best in red felt more critical to her because it meant she was right about her looking good in red. 

Raven's cocky smirk grew with how much ogling Clarke was unknowingly doing. "See something you like, princess?" The older woman said, pushing dark hair from her face.

Clarke viewed Raven's arrogance as annoying, but she couldn't help the buzz she felt while anticipating what Raven boasted about. Clarke couldn't let her know that, though. "Hmm, I don't know, do you look better with or without the bra? Because so far, I'm not impressed," the blonde said with a hidden smirk and faux disinterest.

Raven chuckled lowly and sat back on her left leg and Clarke's thighs. While her right leg hung off the side of the sofa. The brunette reached toward her back and unclipped her bra. "Come on, Clarke, you know, I look better with it off; after all, I did catch you staring once," she said, letting her bra fall down her arms, exposing her breast to Clarke.

Clarke's face burned at the reminder, and she forgot to admire her friend's nude upper half even more as she almost coughed from embarrassment. It's not that she meant to stare. It was the first time she saw Raven naked, and it surprised her to see how fit and hot her friend was without clothes. That moment was nothing compared to actually having Raven shirtless above her. 

"Sh- sh- shut up," she stuttered as she tried looking away but was stopped by Raven's quick hands.

Clarke felt her breath still as Raven pinned the blonde's wrist to her stomach and held her jaw in place, ensuring she could see Raven's expression as she said each word. "Nah-uh, Princess, you can't tease me and not expect it back. Especially as something as small as that. I mean, do you know how high I felt knowing my best friend found my body hot enough to stare at. You're so prim and proper that it almost didn't feel real," The woman above finished, not tearing her dark eyes from the blonde's light ones as she tried to keep a teasing tone.

"You're so stupid," Clarke couldn't help saying to the older woman jokingly as she shook her head.

"Why?" Raven said, not batting an eye.

Clarke let out a breath similar to a scoff. "Because everyone sees how hot you are, Rae. It doesn't matter if I see the obvious too," Clarke said genuinely, not thinking why it may have been so crucial to Raven.  

"Well, it does, if you're the only one I care about," Raven said as her grip loosened on Clarke.

The issue should have been confronted, and they should have stopped, but Clarke's alcohol-influenced brain, flattered ego, and a little sprinkle of anger towards Lexa mixed in with being turned on. The blonde's mind couldn't justify doing such a thing a the time. 

The blonde broke Raven's hold on her hands and wrapped her arms around Raven's naked back and shoulders to pull her into another kiss. The kisses previously were almost put to shame. Clarke felt an intense venerability. She handled everything that Raven was feeling through her lips and body. She was practically shy In her movements before kicking into action upon the realization that Clarke was kissing her again. Their kiss had vigour, but it wasn't messy clashes of teeth and tongue. It was full of thoughtful and experimental touches. Clarke felt lost and dazed when Raven pulled away from her lips for more breath and reassurance.

"Are you sure about this? We can stop right now, and we don't have to bring it up ever again," Raven said with a hint of worry and flushed skin. 

At this point, Clarke didn't care about the consequences and only worked on getting Raven out of her pants. "Uh, I think we're a little past forgetting Rae. I mean, you just stuck your tongue in my mouth. Plus, I've always been a bit curious about the Raven Reyes experience," Clarke said, brushing her hands up Raven's strong arms, slowly inching them to Raven's clavicle while using a curious touch. 

Raven sighed with a shake of her head as she relaxed into Clarke's touch. "Fair enough, but I hope you know the Raven Reyes experience is more than just me putting my tongue inside you," Raven jested lightly, causing Clarke to chuckle before it went eerily quiet. They stared at each other until Raven's intent to undress Clarke again bubbled to the surface. 

Raven placed her hands on Clarke's hips, slowly sliding them up her torso to push up Clarke's grey t-shirt until it bunched and she got a hold of it. The brunette pulled the shirt over Clarke's head and threw it somewhere. Unlike Raven, Clarke wore a basic blue sports bra. She hasn't had the chance to unpack all her clothes, but it still seemed to drive Raven crazy with lust and infatuation. The older didn't think twice about pushing the bra up her chest to free her breast partially. Raven dove down and started sucking on Clarke's sizeable breast with wild interest. Raven seemed she couldn't help herself as she closed her eyes in blind delight and played with the nipple in her mouth with ease. 

Clarke didn't mind one bit as she moaned and held Raven's head close to her chest as she enjoyed the sensation of Raven worshipping her tits like some horny teenager who's never experienced anything with boobs. Eventually, Raven pulled away and took her mouth to the blonde's neck to litter her pale skin with stinging bites, soft kisses, and a soothing tongue. It came quickly to Clarke that Raven loved to make her mark. Raven held Clarke tightly and smoothly rolled her pelvis into the younger's. It lasted a bit before Raven got tired of the straps still clinging to the blonde and all but ripped the bra off Clarke's body. The Latina pulled back briefly before returning to an almost feral amount of teeth on the pale woman's skin while slowly grabbing the back of Clarke's clothed thighs as she kept rolling her hips into the blonde. 

It all became too much for Clarke, and she pushed Raven away despite the displeased noise that left the brunette's throat. Clarke didn't humour that as she had a mission. The blonde grabbed Raven's jeans by the belt loop and worked on unbuttoning and unzipping her pants to finally release the semi-hard-on she had been slowly humping into her soaked tights for the last bit. Clarke could confidently say that Raven didn't disappoint as the blonde pulled her pants down and saw red and tight satin boxers almost failing to keep her semi-erection hidden. Clarke felt good about Raven's sharp inhale when she freed the woman's penis from her boxers and stroked her to full length. 

Clarke would like to think she could easily take Raven's boxers and jeans off, but realistically, she could only get them down until it became a struggle and distracted Clarke from her task. Raven noticed and stopped to help as it was truly becoming an issue. Raven pushed her clothes down, forgetting that her brace wrapped around her pants. Instead of unclipping and removing it, Raven ripped the side of her pants and released her good leg. Apparently, that's all that mattered for her to have some mobility. 

It was cute as Clarke managed to face Raven and saw her giddy smile that almost had her giggling like a shy schoolgirl who finally got noticed by her crush. However, now that she had full access to the near-nude woman, she went back to stroking the other woman at a teasing pace that had Raven's head fall forward as she groaned deeply within her chest.

Clarke couldn't get enough of the Latina's reaction as she warmed her up. The way her abs tensed and her breath dipped between slow and rapid. Her face twisted with lust and pleasure as she fought cumming on Clarke's stomach and ruined tights. Clarke held her breath as she waited for Raven to snap inside and release herself, but just before the brunette's climax, the Alpha opened her eyes and pushed Clarke down into the couch with staggered breath, wild eyes, and a red face. 

"Not before you," the sweaty brunette rasped out as she shook her head between each hard breath. 

Clarke didn't understand why Raven insisted on having her stop just before an orgasm, but lately, she hadn't been good at reading Raven. So, the possibilities could be endless.

Raven scooted down the couch severely inches, grabbing Clarke's lower attire and dragging them down her hips and thighs. She did not stop until they got past her feet and disregarded the items somewhere past the coffee table. Raven stared at Clarke's body with awed adoration and insatiable lust. Her bottom lip folded under her teeth as Raven resisted saying or doing whatever. The tension built in their space had Clarke's chest pound heavily as she wondered what would happen next. 

"You're so beautiful," Raven whispered before leaning down and meeting their lips in a slow and careful kiss that lasted a lifetime. 

Raven barely pulled away from the blonde's lips as she moved down her jaw with slight affectionate nips to her sensitive skin while proceeding lower. Clarke nearly jumped in place when Raven kept going down the paler woman's body with feather-light kisses. Raven's warm breath sent shivers up Clarke's spine, and she nearly shook with nerves as the brunette inched closer between her legs. It drove Clarke wild with how Raven made her wait as she hovered over her nude folds. 

Clarke counted three breaths; 

one,

 two, 

three,

Raven dove in, and Clarke lightly lurched forward, not expecting the quickness or enthusiasm in the older woman's actions. The slick and swift swipes alter in a wondrous rhythm of mayhem, tickling Clarke's insides that trigger delightful shivers of lust. It's everything and nothing she's imagined Raven to do. The Alpha is strong with her hold on the blond's thighs as she braces them on her shoulders. The brunette acts like a starved animal, unwilling to let her prey leave her mouth until the Alpha is satisfied with her fill. Pale thighs turned a mixed white and red under the tan woman's grip as she stopped Clarke from clamping her thighs around her head. Clarke tried to resist the continuous tension in her lower muscles as her body fought to lose control in extreme pleasure fuelled by a fire growing inside her. 

Each take of oxygen and simulation, to eventual penetration of the brunette's fingers, helped the flames grow. It grew until it was too much to contain as it conquered the blonde's senses, causing it to explode in the most beautiful way possible. Clarke had lost control of her limps as every muscle gave into the heat of her orgasm. Her yell was loud and profound; she remembered clamping her hand over her mouth in embarrassment and astonishment. Everything tingled warmly, and Clarke could see how red her skin was from looking at her arms. She felt a buzz far greater than alcohol could give her. 

Raven secured one of the blonde's legs over her shoulder the entire time, and when she let go after, Clarke came to reality. It felt cold without the Latina's touch, and the blonde's thigh had an angry red mark from where Raven had her tremendous grip. 

Raven hovered over Clarke with a slick chin and messy hair. Seeing the brunette's wild eyes and mouth open in a way of disbelief was terrific.  

Clarke tried to comment, but her breath was ragged, and her chest rose erratically. The air was far too thick for her to get a clean inhale. Despite the struggle to breathe, Clarke felt loose and tired, her body feeling relieved with a dull ache in her legs and abdomen. It was a peaceful moment staring into the eyes of her best friend. Like they were in their own little bubble with the world being nonexistent. It was excellent, and Clarke missed that feeling. 

Thankfully Raven wasn't done, and Clarke loved how the aroused brunette leaned down and whispered how beautiful she was before kissing her slowly and sensually. Raven used her tongue to shove a taste of the blonde's arousal in her mouth. It was a long make-out, and Raven's lower region grinding built up a familiar feeling of anticipation. 

The worst part was Raven pulling away from her lips, but this time was different. 

Raven sucked in a breath as she prepared to tell Clarke something that should have stopped the night's activities. 

"Fuck Clarke, you taste amazing," Raven said with a breathy laugh and underlining disbelief that she knew such a thing.

Clarke couldn't help the giggle and comment that slipped past her lips. "Thanks, I'd say the same thing about you, but chivalry got in the way of that," she said with a bright smile.

"Clarke Griffin, are you implying that you want to taste my cum?" The older teased with a tone used to talk about something scandalous.

Clarke rolled her eyes. "Says the girl with mine on her chin," she shot back.

Raven let out a short shout of laughter. "Ha, You got me there, princess," she said, sitting up on her knee and leaning her upper body on the back of the sofa. 

Clarke watched as Raven contemplated her next course of action. The brunette furrowed her brows as she was thinking with a frown, and Clarke felt a lump in her throat. "But, I think we should stop," she said, kind of shaking her head with her new expression of guilt. "I don't have a condom, and-"

Clarke doesn't know how she remembered this delicate and vital detail, but the harder she thought and worked through her mind to uncover it. The more it made sense. "And? What? Do you think you're gonna lose street cred? Raven, you've been great so far, and you haven't even been inside me yet. Plus, I'm clean, your clean, and I'm on suppressants. Nothing bad should happen. What are you scared of?" her stupid horny, buzzed self said, cutting Raven off, naive to the future. 

Raven seemed to freeze in place as she stared at Clarke; it wasn't clear what she was thinking, as it usually never is, but Clarke has always understood her one way or the other. It took over a beat as the room calmed down, and Raven finally sighed. The brunette leaned down again and looked the blonde in the eyes for a moment longer. It's sickening that Clarke didn't care or realize how much Raven cared for her at that moment, but she can admit that she felt her heart skip a beat or two while she whispered real close to her lips. "Ok, let's do this," she said as she pulled Clarke by the side of her face and into an eternity of passion.

The feeling of Raven's skin on her skin was delectably shivering; she memorized the feel of her soft skin and the rough hands that roamed her body. The battle of keeping lips locked longer was a rush in itself. However, the pressure she felt, the absolute fullness and stretch as Raven slowly entered her soaked cunt. Raven only stopped short, hissing when Clarke's nails dug into the brunette's shoulders to ground herself. Clarke let out laboured breaths as she bathed in the sensational tingling and held her eyes shut tight. 

Raven's breath was just as heavy; the only difference was her soft snarls. Raven rarely howled, snarled, or growled, so it drove the blonde mad with excitement at the new experience. Clarke pulled the Latina back into another kiss, and Raven responded with vigour. Clarke swore the feeling lasted a lifetime. Each pump of the tan woman's hips and gentle touch of her hands. It was like a rollercoaster, the ride's anticipation, excitement, fear, and thrill as the drop came. The speed and force that came with the ups and downs that draw screams of joy. All while you struggle to keep your eyes open and muscles relaxed. However, all rides end; thankfully, it wasn't a short ride, and she could ride it more than once. 

Clarke remembered the time to blur as Raven's thrust quickened with a rich tempo. Positions changed, and each time Clarke caught a whiff of the air, it drove her crazy because of Raven's potent scent. Clarke tried not to think of it, but she knew her voice sounded raunchy, and her whimpers of pleasure painted Raven a new picture of herself. 

They both went at it until Clarke caught a glimpse of the clock clicking a quarter past four am, and she collapsed into Raven's body, exhausted and satisfied. She doesn't remember falling asleep, but she remembered when Raven mumbled. "I think I'm in love with you," before her breath went even with soft snores. 

Clarke had been hit with a flash of terror when she realized what they had just done, and when she woke, it didn't go away. Clarke tried to bolt out of her apartment unnoticed, but the lack of control in her legs, pounding headache, and Raven's tight grip around her waist. She should have known she had no chance, to begin with. 

Raven woke up slowly and took her hands away from the blonde's waist to rub her eyes. Allowing Clarke to pull out and almost tumble over as she was freed. It took her a few minutes to regain her balance and concentrate on finding her clothes thrown around the modern living room. She tried to ignore Raven as she picked up her undergarments and the previous night's outfit, but Raven kept calling her name until she eventually yelled it out in a much firm tone. Clarke couldn't ignore the older woman that easily. She slowed to a stop and faced the slightly taller girl with tears threatening to spill as she anticipated the worse.  

Raven looked at her with a similar expression, but she was clearly worried and concerned not just about Clarke but what this meant for their relationship. Raven clearly wanted something more, and Clarke, well, she didn't know. Clarke hates that and doesn't want to hurt Raven, but she's never been good at coming up with something to say. "This," she pauses, her chest filling with immense pain. "This was a mistake; I shouldn't have- we shouldn't have- I'm sorry, Raven, but I- I have to go," she said as the Alpha, physically, from what she saw, broke with each word.

It sucked for Clarke, and she remembers feeling intense guilt as she dressed and left the place without another word. She returned to her subpar and barely furnished apartment about an hour later and broke down crying cause of how bad she felt leaving Raven like that. It never occurred to her that she wouldn't be able to apologize and that the blonde made the Latina ten times angrier than before they talked and drunkenly hooked up. 

Still, now that Clarke is standing in front of her apartment building on the sidewalk on a cool morning, ready to tell Raven of the complications of their night together, she just can't get her feet to move; she's no longer guilty but terrified of how her friend will react to the news especially if she thinks Clarke doesn't care about her or feel bad about breaking her heart. Clarke wants to reassure Raven that she didn't mean it and is confused about everything that happened in the last bit, but it's tough. So, she makes another stupid decision. Clarke turns away from the building and walks away.

Next Chapter: Chapter Two - Bellamy’s Sister.

Chapter Text

Clarke walks for a bit before getting a taxi and telling them the location of her apartment. Clarke gets comfortable in the backseat and watches the streets of New York with her empty blue eyes. The city's colour is an array of grey as the sun remains behind the clouds and the temperature chills. The blonde leans against the window, waiting for the vehicle's driver to approach her empty and lonesome apartment. 

It feels surreal that Clarke is having a child; more importantly, she seems to be having this baby alone, but it feels like the Blonde deserves it in a complex and sick way. Clarke hadn't thought about having children before, and when Lexa asked, Clarke couldn't give the older woman a candid answer. Clarke knows it's controversial, as most Omegas are expected to have children, but Omegas are also likely to become nurses rather than doctors. So, Clarke had a slight streak when it came to social expectations, especially when it came to her family's legacy. However, it's not that Clarke doesn't want them; she needs to understand how it would work in the long run. Children are nosy, selfish, and annoying creatures who suck up energy without much thought, but they can also be sweet, kind, innocent, and funny beings who have all-star potential. Yet another reason it greatly conflicted Clarke was how her friends grew up and how they all turned out.

Raven and Murphy got lucky with Sinclair after too long with the wrong families. Finn, Jasper, and Monty got stuck with the same foster parents who only cared when they got hurt or whether or not they were alive after the week ended. Bellamy and Octavia, on the other hand, were barely in the system but still suffered a great deal at the hands of their mother. 

Bellamy and Octavia's story is the one that conflicts with her the most about having children. 

Bellamy and Octavia were born in Queens and lived there until Bell turned eighteen and Octavia thirteen. However, Bell usually hung around Brooklyn after meeting Raven and Murphy at a diner, where they all learned to do a pretty successful dine-n-dash without getting caught or recognized when they did it again three weeks later. However, it wasn't the petty crime the group of kids committed that conflicted Clarke. It was why most of her friends had to do it. 

Bell's mother, Aurora Blake, raised him to the best of her abilities, but after Octavia was born, Aurora clearly struggled, leaving a bitter taste. Bellamy practically raised Octavia, and Bellamy was troubled due to Aurora's flaws and addictions. They also couldn't do everyday things like normal kids their age. Octavia wasn't allowed to go outside per her mother's request unless necessary. This request led to the young Brunette being homeschooled by one of Aurora's lovers, who happened to be a teacher.

On the other hand, Bell could leave the house so long as he brought Aurora back a carton of cigarettes or a bottle of liquor that he either stole or bought from someone who didn't care that he was twelve. Clarke still shivers a little at the treatment. Aurora was the type of woman who didn't show love or care but thought she could control lives because they were her children. The woman even held approval over the Blake sibling's heads to keep their attention. However, Aurora would underestimate how much it would take before she finally pushed them over the edge. Octavia and Bellamy left for Brooklyn when the older boy turned eighteen. His final words to his mother were sputtered through tears and raw pain that held a bitter tone. Bell had told her she was not his mother and didn't deserve that title when he raised himself and Octavia. The older boy also said something else, but the other Omega was uncomfortable repeating the words. Aurora responded simply and uncaringly as she rolled her eyes and lit a cigarette before asking if he was done. After that, they never heard from their mother again and aren't even sure if the woman is alive to this day. Clarke is convinced it's better because of how the two siblings' lives work. 

Bellamy's life is the more complicated of the two after the incident that put him in prison for being found with a loaded weapon and aiding and abetting in grand theft auto. Bell couldn't continue with his passion to become a teacher. Due to his criminal record, he couldn't finish college or get a stable and reasonable job. The guy was only nineteen at the time and didn't deserve to serve the time for someone else's crime. Yet, whenever the Blonde visited and talked to him on the phone, the other Omega reassured her that he would do it all again. Bell even reminds Clarke that Raven forcefully dragged her out before the Alpha got shot. Yet, Clarke still felt it was unfair and that she should have taken Bell's place behind bars. 

Clarke sighs, her breath hitting the window, creating a slight fog.

It could've been worse; Bell could have died that night, well, any of them could. Still, it drove the blonde mad that the other Omega's life was uplifted and Clarke's remained the same, but even if she was caught at the scene, her family wouldn't allow her to face severe consequences. Clarke would probably get to study medicine, become a doctor, help people for a living, and do something with her life regardless of her childhood mistakes. Still, Bellamy took the blame for what he thought he deserved in this life, all because his mom failed him. It's unfair, it's all unfair. 

The car slows as it passes building after building and crowd after crowd before stopping a block from her apartment building. The driver, an older European Beta, exchanges pleasant words as he tells her the total fair. Clarke hands him the money she's been playing with in her hoodie pocket. She doesn't even bother waiting for change as she steps out of the subpar vehicle and onto the streets of Manhattan. Clarke doesn't think much while she walks on the sidewalk toward the building she's become accustomed to for the last two months.

"Hey, Clarke, wait!" A feminine and raspy voice says from behind Clarke as she stands mere feet from her building entrance. 
   
Clarke stops in place and hesitates to turn to the source of a surprising individual. Clarke doesn't understand her luck some days. Clarke slowly turns toward the Brunette and forces a smile to hide her exhaustion. "Octavia, hi, uh, what are you doing here? I thought you were still in Greece," she says to the slightly shorter girl in a sweet tone that hugs the lines of fake. 
 
Octavia is dressed in far too light for Clarke's eyes. It'd enough take make her heart stutter. Octavia is wearing tight all-black shorts that reach just above her knees and a tight crop top that wouldn't leave much to the imagination if it weren't for the all-white flannel that helps hide her figure from hungry eyes looking for a young woman like her. Clarke takes a second to clear her throat as she concentrates on the Alpha's eyes instead of the exposed skin the Blonde remembers far too well then she ever thought she would. 

Octavia's eyes flash with joy, and her smile is genuine. Before Clarke can react, Octavia brings the Omega into a hug. "I was, and it was amazing, but I finished my work there early and decided to visit Italy for the rest of it, but then just thought it would be best to come back to New York," Octavia says, her voice slipping into an almost faux natural tone as she pulls away and shrugs it off.

"Oh, cool. You sure know how to do your job." Clarke says, unsure what to say as she internally panics from the fact that it hasn't even been an hour since she chickened out on telling Raven.

Octavia lets out a short laugh before she takes her bottom lip between her teeth, and her expression is a little uneasy. "Yeah, PharmaMed didn't hire me just because I was pretty," the Brunette says before clearing her throat and crossing her arms uncomfortably.

Clarke didn't mean it that way; the Blonde panicked, making her a little awkward. Clarke clears her throat and blushes. "Oh, I didn't mean-"

 "Oh, no, it's fine. Actually, I was hoping I could talk to you alone; I- um, I want to talk to you about something… personal," the Brunette says, Octavia's voice dipping into something similar to that of a confused child. 

Clarke tries to not look too concerned, but the shift in the usually carefree Alpha's demeanor is too difficult to ignore. Octavia and Clarke have never been super close, and the only time they talked was in passing, like a simple 'hello' or 'nice to see you.' The only time Clarke remembers conversing with Octavia before the night they slept together was a few years earlier when Octavia was fifteen and Clarke was eighteen. The pair had just graduated high school, and instead of Clarke and the other members of the group attending their own, the group went to Octavia's graduation because Bell was still in prison and couldn't go to support her like he wanted. Clarke supposed she never saw the girl as someone other than Bell's little sister, but her view shifted when they had a proper conversation. Clarke didn't expect Octavia to be guarded and rude when they first talked, but it was likely the Alpha going through puberty. However, Clarke thought the Brunette was funny and charming when she opened up to her. After that conversation, Clarke supposed she wasn't just Bell's little sister.

After taking a moment to think it over, Clarke nods.
"Yeah, ok, uh, follow me," she says and beckons Octavia to follow her up the stairs leading to the building. 
Octavia and Clarke enter the clean and nice lobby and make their way to the pristine, up-to-date elevators. Clarke can't help feeling self-conscious about the fanciness of the building. It's not a secret Clarke's family is wealthy, but this is the first time she's had anyone over at her new place. Though it's not as fancy or lavish as her mother's place or as open and airy as Raven's, it's not exactly where you envision a first-year medical student living. Clarke holds her breath almost the entire time they wait for the elevator to bring them to her apartment. The small space cages the feeling of awkwardness as Clarke wonders about the conversation yet to come, and she can't help thinking of that night and if that will be the main focus.

It had been three days after Raven and Clarke slept together. They avoided each other like they had never talked in their lifetime. Raven refused to go to different outings and events if Clarke was present. The excuse was that Raven was too busy packing for her upcoming trip to meet her biological grandparents. The rest of the group tried to get Clarke to convince the Latina to come out. It's well known by everyone that Raven only listens to Clarke, but Clarke wouldn't do it. Clarke's reason and excuse was that it was best to let Raven do what she wanted in her own time frame because she was really stressed. Clarke didn't feel like the truth would do any good to the group, well, the whole truth. Raven was highly stressed about meeting her grandparents at the time.

However, Raven wouldn't have enjoyed the night anyway. It wasn't a party, but drinks and under half of the group were present. To be exact, Bellamy, Murphy, Monty, Echo, and pseudo-member Octavia. Everyone was invited, but most weren't into video games or humbling the overconfident. Echo didn't mind video games, but she was there because it was Bellamy's idea. Monty and Jasper are the pro gamers, but Jasper had a date with an Alpha who had been too afraid to introduce to the group and couldn't make it. Bellamy and Murphy aren't precisely pros, but they indulge in gaming too much sometimes, and it is always their idea to have a game night. Octavia isn't a big gamer either and was only present because she paid half the rent and lived with Bell and Murphy whenever she wasn't travelling for work. Raven said she would've loved to come, but that was a lie. Besides, it was apparent the night was intended for Clarke to try out the new FIFA game Bell and Murphy got. 

The Murphy-Blake apartment is unlike Raven's; it's clean and almost sparkly, not a stain to appear in sight. The place has a retro vibe, perfectly fitting Bellamy and Murphy's video game addiction. The place has a mix of blues and purples, with the odd yellow and reds appearing in small things like throw pillows and bean bag chairs. Clarke couldn't help being a little jealous of how homey the place is compared to her new apartment. Her new place is maybe half the size of Raven's but slightly smaller than the Blake siblings and Murphy's, as there are three bedrooms, and hers is a two-bedroom apartment. While Raven's is a two-bedroom, it has more square footage regarding the size. They all have different reasons for their apartment size and how each could afford it. It's not a big deal to most of them, but Clarke can tell when the group talks of her privilege because she doesn't have roommates, and her family helps financially support her. The Blonde can also see it in the looks she gets when she says something about her family's legacy.

Clarke wasn't planning on drinking while she was over, but after she lost to Murphy in the last round, she folded as she asked Echo for a drink. The older Alpha scolded Clarke for breaking her rule, but the Blonde didn't care enough to argue with the girl from Washington, D.C. 

Bell got the lovesick to ease up on her when he gave her firm. "Leave her alone; Omegas like us deserve to indulge on a Sunday night. Before our weekdays start," he says from his spot. 

The older Omega had been about two drinks into the night, and he began to be a little more touchy and whiny than usual as he leaned into Murphy's side, almost laying on the poor Alpha. Clarke felt sorry for Echo and Murphy. It's obvious how much they both love and care for Bell. The two Alphas aren't possessive over him, but their jealousy is beyond a simple rivalry. Echo tries to keep her reactions lowkey, but Murphy struggles to keep himself in check when making jabs at the other Alpha. Bellamy tries to play peacemaker, but it's hard to watch as he doesn't understand why they don't exactly get along. Clarke can't help rolling her eyes whenever Bell is close to realizing the truth before taking ten steps back in realization. 

"Oh, the overachiever has returned from Ireland!" Bellamy suddenly said with a shining smile and nearly closed eyes, holding a drink straight up in the air as he laid his head onto Murphy's lap, stretched his legs over Echo's lap, and took up the neon blue couch using the poor Alpha as pillows. 

Clarke sat on a red bean bag and just shook her head as she sat across from them. She placed her drink on the coffee table and shook her head at Bellamy's uncontrolled octave. "Bell. You know, you have neighbours, right?" She teases the other Omega as he nearly swats the controller out of Murphy's hand, waving his hand dismissively.

Octavia giggled a bit as she removed her leather jacket before leaning down to discard her long boots. "Alright, who gave him alcohol? I don't think I can deal with another noise complaint," the youngest Blake siblings said as she walked over to the living room after putting her stuff away in the closet near the entrance. 

Bellamy groaned and threw his hands up dramatically, almost hitting Murphy's hand again as he continued to play against Monty. "O, I am perfectly capable of controlling my voice," he said in a tone higher than his natural voice, causing Echo to laugh as she patted his knee.

"Sure, you can," the older Alpha said with an adoring smile as she looked at him. 

"You know, Bell, one day you're going make an Alpha very happy and super stressed," she said, passing by the couch to the small kitchen to grab herself a bottle of water.

"What are you talking about? This man stresses everyone out," Murphy commented with a smirk as he focused on the screen, trying his best to beat the Omega with the other controller in the chair beside him.

Octavia gave a short laugh and returned to the small living room. "True, but his mate will be responsible for most of the stress," she said, coming around the couch and sitting on the ground in front of Monty's chair, showing immense respect to the Omega by putting herself lower than a class she is higher than.

Clarke has always been intrigued by Octavia's respectful and adventurous nature. The Brunette doesn't use pheromones or status to get what she wants. It's impressive and highly controversial how she acts as an Alpha, and the worst part is that she doesn't fully realize it. Octavia is exceptionally gifted in a lot of ways. The Brunette graduated high school at fifteen after only attending public school for maybe an entire school year? Clarke isn't exactly sure of the details. Still, it was a swift process for Octavia's education as she's officially been done with her academic pursuits for the past few months at only nineteen years old. Clarke only recently found out what company she worked for after her mother asked if she knew an Octavia Blake after the Brunette did some work for the hospital Clarke's family owns. Apparently, the girl recently got hired fresh out of university as an international consultant for PharmaMed. Octavia was looking to partner with Arkadia as an official healthcare and pharmaceutical option for their patients. Clarke was surprised and told her mother that Octavia was Bellamy's sister and that she had only talked to her once at the Brunette's high school graduation. Abby, Clarke's mother, just accepted the answer but never told Clarke if they did partner. Yet, all that intelligence and the poor young Alpha can't understand why she gets weird looks for being pro-omega. 

Clarke couldn't help staring at the younger Alpha as she stayed lost in thought. Only when she could smell Octavia she snapped out of it. Octavia's scent was similar to pine needles and fresh rain. A stark difference from Bell's ocean and honeydew scent. Clarke knew the siblings of her friends were off limits; it was an unspoken rule, but when Octavia stretched her arms up and showed off tan muscles that flexed, showing perfect definition. Her lips went dry, and she took a swift swig from the bottle of alcohol that Echo had handed her earlier. Yet, Clarke almost spat out her drink when Octavia stretched her back, causing her white tank top to ride up, showing off her slightly defined abs and part of a hip tattoo that ranged farther up and down her body. Clarke eventually forced herself to stop staring. However, when the Blonde's blue eyes connected with Monty and Murphy, they both shot her a knowing look despite most of their attention being on the screen before them. Clarke blushed and hid away so the Blake siblings didn't notice. 

After hours of playing video games and debating different issues and movies, Echo gave in and offered to give Monty and Clarke a ride home. Clarke would have accepted but didn't want Echo to drive to Manhattan only to return to Brooklyn. So, Monty and Echo left the apartment, Clarke took Echo's old spot, and Octavia decided to take Monty's spot. Bellamy's legs rested on her lap like they did Echo's as he was finishing his rant about how he wasn't looking for a mate and how the Omega couldn't control his pheromones while he was drunk. Apologizing to them all about his pheromones filling the apartment. Clarke humoured him because they had all teased him about it earlier, and she wanted to provide him an opportunity to explain, or else he'd bring it up again when he was drunk again, and it'd be a whole thing.

As he talked, Bellamy started to get drowsy, which was when Murphy stepped in. "Alright, buddy, that's enough talking for you; it's time for bed," the Alpha said, patting Bell's head and helping him sit properly.  

Bellamy groaned and tried leaning back into the couch but stayed up because Murphy gripped him tightly. "No, I can't leave Clarke alone; she just broke up with her girlfriend. Can't let her break up with me, too; Clarke is my best friend," he told the Alpha, who was in love with him. 

Clarke couldn't help scoffing lightly as she rolled her eyes. "Do you really have to be so dramatic? You know I love you far too much to leave you, babe," Clarke said with a wink in faux flirting. Though Murphy doesn't need to feel threatened by their relationship, Clarke still heard him snarl under his breath as he thought of Bellamy being with anyone but him. 

It took a bit of convincing and many promises that sober Bellamy wouldn't remember, but he got off the couch, and Murphy took Bell to his room before going to his own. It felt awkward being alone with Octavia. The Brunette had moved from Monty's old spot to Murphy's but hadn't said anything to the Blonde. Clarke usually wouldn't stay over, not to say she doesn't, but it wasn't often. However, it was nearing 2:00 am, and it was risky for a young Omega to be out late alone, especially when they were drunk or anything less than sober. Safe to say Clarke didn't want to leave but didn't know how to ask to stay.

"So, are you going to stay over? You can take my room if you want; I don't mind the couch," Octavia said, trying to break the tension with a kind offer.

Clarke hadn't expected Octavia to offer her room up. Clarke knows Octavia is kind and thoughtful, but the offer goes beyond ordinary politeness for someone you barely know. "No, it's fine; I'm used to sleeping on the couch when I stay over; it actually feels a little more comfortable than my new mattress,' the blond said with a bit of a chuckle. 

"Oh, come on, it's just one night, and plus, if this couch is comfortable for you, you'll love my bed," Octavia said with a smile and a small husk to her voice as she continued to convince the Blonde.

Clarke tsked as she shook her head. "Do you always offer your bed to drunk Omegas?" Clarke said with a bit of tease as she unconsciously blushed at Octavia's words.

Octavia gave Clarke a smirk. "Only the pretty ones, but it's usually the other way around; I can't legally drink, so most omega's offer to buy my beer so they can sleep with me," Octavia said with a shrug as if it was natural to say. "But you're my brother's best friend, and it'd be a shame to have you aching for the wrong reasons," Octavia added with a small smile and look in her eye Clarke couldn't quite place. 
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Clarke's mouth lightly stayed ajar as she tried to come up with an answer. A small part of the Blonde wanted to think it over and figure out if the Brunette's words meant anything or if Clarke was reading too much into it because she was drunk and didn't know Octavia well.

"Was that too much? I know I can be a bit forward, but I swear it's all fun and games. My omega friends tend to enjoy it." Octavia explained with an easy smile and laid a comforting hand on Clarke's shoulder. "But seriously, take my bed; I don't mind sleeping on the couch. Believe me, I've slept in worse places," Octavia reassured, flashing her an almost flirty smile that had Clarke's mind turn to mush as she tried to come up with an answer.

"Uh… I, I mean… sure, why not? "Clarke said with a laugh nervously as she tried to remain composed even though Octavia's scent was driving her crazy. The Blonde's suppressants seemed to do the bare minimum that night.

Octavia perked up and smiled. "Great," she said, standing up and holding her hand for Clarke to take. "I'll show you the way," the Brunette said.

Clarke glanced at Octavia's hand; momentarily, she couldn't help being shy to take her hand. The girl wasn't taller than her, but from where Clarke was sitting, Octavia stood tall, and her presence screamed Alpha. The feeling of her hand was soft and warm. The Brunette's grip was firm, and she effortlessly pulled the Omega up. Clarke followed her down the small hallway opposite the boys' hall, and when the Brunette opened the door to her room, the smell of fresh rain, pine, and a hint of smoke filled the room despite it looking like a hotel room. 

"Wow, aren't you dirty," the Blonde joked with a blush as she wandered further into the room. Octavia's hand still held Clarke's despite her looser grip and barely holding onto her fingers. 

Octavia chuckled, her thumb caressed the older woman's knuckles. "Well, you could say I'm a slob," she joked back with a little more rasp in her tone as she went to the small closet to grab some sheets and blankets. "I know most Omegas run hot, depending on the suppressants you take, and I'm just saying PharmaMed's latest suppressant, ALPHANOL, has the least symptoms of today's medicine. So, if I were you, I'd reconsider because I can tell you are due for your injection, and with us, it's just one pill, well, two, but—" 

"Are you seriously trying to sell me suppressants for the company you work for?' Clarke asked with a laugh of disbelief as she took the folded sheets and blankets before placing them on the bed. Clarke watched as Octavia opened the drawers to grab a couple of pairs of pyjamas. 

The Brunette laughed as she returned to the Blonde and held out a pair of shorts and pants for Clarke to pick from. "Well, I am a consultant for a reason, but I'm serious. Do you use COOLANALL or OMEGALX?" Octavia asked, handing Clarke the shorts after the older woman pointed to dark blue basketball shorts.

Clarke blushed a little as she was questioned about her suppressants. The topic is considered to be a bit personal to most. "Uh, I started with OMEGALX, but it wasn't very effective, so I started COOLANALL last year," Clarke admitted before her face burned hotter as Octavia changed into the pyjama pants without much thought. The sight of the young Alpha's tight boxers hugging her bulge is a big reason why Clarke went slack jaw and stumbled as she attempted to turn away.

"Damn, OMEGALX is already high dose, but COOLANALL is just a mess of untested and unsteady drugs," Octavia scoffed, a little biased as she pulled up her pants and looked to Clarke with an intense expression, not seeming to care about the blush on the blondes face or that she changed in front of Clarke. "Why not take the safest option? PharmaMed is currently working on more natural approaches; I should know they're sending me to do more research, but I'm also determined to keep people like you off unreliable drugs," Octavia said, coming closer to Clarke, the determination and passion shining through as the brunette eyes up the slightly taller Omega. "So, please, at least reconsider," Octavia said as she brushed the hair from the Blonde's face and flashed her a small but warm smile. 

Clarke had lost her words, and her mouth wasn't wide open, but her lips were parted, and her heart hammered as Octavia's scent seemed to smother Clarke. "I— Alright… um, what's the best bet?" Clarke asked with a small gulp.

Octavia smirked as she took a deep inhale through her nose. "As I said, ALPHANOL is the leading Biological Regulator, but if you're not into something long-term, let's say you're looking for less than two years, a combination of HEATHENIZE and TEMPORIZE has the same effect as ALPHANOL, but not as many side effects. Fortunately, if you want to continue taking those two long-term. Studies from the last ten years suggest a break can be taken for at least six months before you can start again for the next two years," Octavia explained effortlessly and almost seductively. Clarke can see why Octavia was hired straight from university.

“Sounds… interesting…” Clarke responded, looking deep into the Alpha's eyes. Her gaze fell to her smirking lips before clearing her throat as she looked away from the younger woman. "You must make PharmaMed a lot of money," Clarke couldn't help saying as she stepped back. Her fingers fiddled with the fabric of the shorts Octavia handed her. 

Octavia chuckled and watched Clarke sit on the bed with a deep breath. "Believe it or not, I don't talk to my clients like I do to you," she said, sitting beside the Blonde. "You're Clarke Griffin, future general surgeon and heir to Arkadia. I have to put all my cards out just to be on the same level as you," she confessed with a slight shrug as she smiled, lost.

Clarke sighed and looked at the Brunette with a raised brow. "Sure you do. Your Octavia Blake, child prodigy, world-class consultant before the age of twenty and my amazing best friend's even more amazing little sister. How do I compare?" Clarke asked, putting the shorts to the side as she turned to look at the slightly shorter woman. 

Octavia leaned in to brush more hair from the Blonde's face. The Brunette's smile grew wider. "Because despite what you think, I'm an Alpha, and no matter what happens, I will always have it easier than an Omega; it doesn't matter that you come from money or a respected family. People always choose an Alpha over an Omega when it comes to silly things such as comparing others but for me. I think it's amazing how strong you are. I mean, do you remember my graduation?" She asked, suddenly perking up with life at the memory. 

Clarke couldn't help matching her smile as she saw how excited the younger woman got about the memory. "Yeah, well, kind of... I was mostly struggling with the fact that you were fifteen and stole all of Bellamy's brain power to graduate at that age, but I remember. It was the first time I saw someone eat so much ice cream in one night," Clarke said, trying to keep it light. 

Octavia laughed so loud it was almost a shout. "Ok, come on, as you said, I was fifteen, and to be fair, it was the first time I had seen so much food. If anything, it's your fault for your mother renting out an all-you-can-eat buffet," Octavia said, leaning back into the bed on her elbows as she looked up at the Blonde with a wolfish grin. 

Clarke stuttered a laugh as her jaw dropped in almost mock offence. "Ok, how is it my fault? From what I recall, I don't control my mother's actions. You know she paid for Raven's treatments? She called it a medical trial. So, don't go thinking you're too special," Clarke couldn't help teasing as she watched Octavia's shirt ride up a little more than earlier, showcasing more of the mystery tattoo. The Blonde tried to gulp subtly as she tried to keep her eyes trained on Octavia's striking face. 

Octavia nodded with an expression of ease and understanding as she continued to grin. "Well, no matter the reason, I enjoyed it, and your mother sounds like a bit of a saint, no matter how complex she is," Octavia said, her expression showing a little thought as she leaned her head to the side, almost like a curious puppy.  

Clarke leaned back on her one elbow while facing Octavia. A hum rang out from deep in her chest. "Yeah, she's alright; she means well, but it's different when you are her daughter. Because it was and still is really hard not to think she only helped so many of you guys because she was trying to make up for my dad dying," Clarke admits for the first time to anyone, her gaze looking a little lost as she thinks over her mothers past and current action. However, she shook her head with a small and forced chuckle. "but regardless. I'm glad she was able to make baby Blake happy on her special day," Clarke said, half joking while she picked at her nails anxiously.  

Octavia gazed at Clarke. You could almost tell the younger woman was trying to calculate a response, but she broke out of her trance after a moment and flashed Clarke a slight smile. "Yeah, I mean, if it makes you feel any better, I did puke when I got to the group home, and I haven't eaten Ice cream since then," Octavia said with an over-exaggerated shiver that had the younger woman giggling at herself. Clarke can't help following with her own giggle. "But, seriously, I have to thank her one of these days for helping with my graduation… and raising an amazing Omega such as yourself," Octavia said, giving her a bit of a shy smile and another suggestive tone to match her words. 

It's funny to look back on things and wonder what you could've done differently. Clarke doesn't want to say she regrets her actions, but she doesn't have the best impulse control when it comes to romance, sex, alcohol, and breakups. 

"Well, I wouldn't go that far. Don't you think it would be better to thank the person who gave her the idea?" Clarke asked, leaning closer to the Brunette. 

The Alpha watched her with a satisfied gaze, a slow smirk growing as she seemed to pick up where things were going. "I don't know, did you also raise yourself? Because if so, thank you for being incredibly and undeniably breathtaking," Octavia says with a slight breathiness. The tanner woman's hand came to play with the fabric of the Blonde's blue t-shirt. The slightly shorter woman adjusting to have her main focus be on Clarke. 

Clarke wants to blame the alcohol, but realistically, Octavia is undeniably intoxicating. Clarke remembers the feeling of Octavia's sharp jaw as she cupped the younger woman's cheek and brought her face close enough that they were inches apart; her blue eyes drifted to the Brunette's perfect lips and back to her intense green eyes. "I'm sure you know by now that action speaks louder than words," Clarke stated as time seemed still as if the two were still unsure of what they wanted. 
 
However, Octavia didn't need to be told twice. Though it seemed slow for Clarke, it might've been faster for Octavia. The feeling of her lips was soft and delicate. Almost like the younger woman was holding back. Octavia was enthusiastic, eager, and passionate, but her movement remained controlled as she guided Clarke to straddle her lap. Clarke felt the shiver of hot and cold that spread through her body. Clarke moaned, unable to contain the overwhelming and growing sensation. Octavia's touch was light and curious; her hand explored the area around her jaw and ear while the other explored her waist and hip. Clarke pulled away from the kiss, but her face remained near as she caught her breath with a flushed face.

On the other hand, the Brunette just stared at the older woman with a self-sufficient grin and adoration. "How was that for, thank you?" Octavia asked, letting her thumb run along Clarke's bottom lip.

Clarke couldn't explain it, but her world wasn't the same as she looked down at Octavia and saw how willing she was to please the older woman, just be expression alone. Octavia was the first and only person who looked at her like she was the world. The twinkle in her green eyes and toothy smile made Clarke's heart skip a beat. Clarke let her eyes roam the younger woman up and down. The willing and patient Alpha smirked as she noticed Clarke eying her up with no shame. Clarke thought about stopping since it was only the first kiss, but she couldn't help but listen to the little voice screaming at her to mate with this sexy and tempting Alpha. Clarke leaned in close again, Octavia's breath hot against Clarke's skin. "Not nearly enough," she said before diving back in for more. 

Octavia wasted no time showing off after Clarke dove in for a second kiss. The Brunette's tongue and lips moved with purpose and experience beyond what Clarke expected. The taste is a combination of liquor and something sweet. Clarke couldn't explain why, but Octavia's lips were weirdly soft and lush. Almost like she wasn't real. Clarke pushed against her harder to get the younger woman to show signs of imperfection. Yet, it seemed to only make Octavia more fervent and passionate with her touch. The feeling of the Alpha's arousal pushing against her aching core and her hands moving down Clarke's body to grip her hips before playing with the waistband of the Blonde's jeans. 

Octavia pulled back with swollen lips as she caught her breath. The Brunette's green eyes darkened with lust. "Can I?" Octavia asked about undressing Clarke. 

Clarke should've hesitated, thought for a minute of the consequences, but she didn't, she couldn't. Clarke nodded without a second thought, and before she knew it, Octavia pulled her shirt off. Clarke decided to forgo a bra for the outing, and it was only noticeable when she no longer had a shirt on. The cool air caused her to shiver again, but not nearly as intense as the first time.

"You're so hot," the Brunette whispered as her eyes darkened and her pheromones spiked. Her scent's strength should've indicated that Octavia didn't take suppressants. However, Clarke's rationality was out the window, along with her suppressants. Her mind was growing far too foggy to remember about protection.

Clarke let out a groan as Octavia's mouth found refuge on her breast. The feeling of her teeth, sharp and delicate tongue, the sensation overwhelming her nipples. Clarke was left gasping and yearning for more of Octavia's touch. Clarke expected to be flipped over, but Octavia kept Clarke on her lap, only helping her undress without being too rough or eager. 

"You're not so bad yourself," the Blonde said after her mouth formed words. 

Octavia chuckled and threw Clarke's lower garments to the ground as she worked on her clothes. The tank top came off seamlessly; Clarke couldn't take her eyes off the exposed skin and the weirdly sexy sports bra. Clarke couldn't help bringing her hands down to trace the finally revealed tattoo. The array of butterflies, flowers, and vines peaked from the top of her sports bra and down her ribcage, wrapping around her and below her pyjamas. "Don't go inflating my ego now," Octavia joked as she grabbed the edge of her sports bra and pulled it over her head. 

Clarke gulped, seeing Octavia's perfect body. The sight of more skin made her heart race even faster. Considering the light banter, Clarke tries not to be insecure, but she can't help comparing herself to Octavia as she did with Lexa. "Seriously, I wish I had your body," Clarke said in a tone of awe. The Blonde's hands pressed along the Brunette's firm body muscles and roughly soft skin. 

Octavia let out a soft gasp as Clarke's thumb traced around the swell of her breast and closed her eyes with a delightful and proper shiver. Clarke's heart almost skipped a beat seeing Octavia so vulnerable; it felt weird but right. The green-eyed Alpha opened her eyes slowly and smiled warmly as she caressed Clarke's face. "Well, you can have it; just be gentle. I'd prefer to be presentable tomorrow," she said in a sultry tease as she finished with a smirk.

Clarke couldn't resist the eye roll as she pulled back with a giggle, shaking her head. "Not what I meant, but you should know I have a bad habit of not following rules. So good luck trying to contain me, Alpha," Clarke said in a light tone, though her words underlined being serious. 
Octavia smiled up at the Blonde, making a point to sit up and took Clarke's hand as she gazed into blue eyes understandingly. "Well, it's a good thing I like my partners a little rebellious," she said in a seemingly genuine tone that Clarke couldn't process. "I also think you're the sexiest and most genuine of them all," Octavia said softly, bringing Clarke's hand to kiss the knuckles. 

Clarke's not precisely sure how things went from that moment, but she remembers little to no conversation after that when she leaned in and captured the younger woman's lips once more. They had little fumbling here and there to remove Octavia's pants and boxers, but Clarke had stopped to appreciate the length. Though it was only the third cock she'd ever seen, Octavia was probably the longest of her three sexual experiences. She reached down and started to coax her to total hardness as she prepared to take her inside. 

Octavia quickly reached over to grab Clarke's wrist as she gave her tentative look. "Are you sure? I- I've never, I mean- are you ok to?" Octavia asked genuinely as she searched Clarke's gaze for more information.

Clarke smiled as she leaned down and used her other hand to cup the young Brunette's cheek. "It's fine, you'll be fine, and so will I," she said to affirm her before slowly lowering herself onto the younger woman's length.

It wasn't quick or slow. Octavia let Clarke set the pace as she leaned back and rubbed along Clarke's back. She enjoyed feeling the Blonde's soft skin. Clarke couldn't properly understand, but it felt weird to be felt up like you were delicate or almost being worshiped. It felt like Octavia was trying to remember each detail about her. Trying to find out what made the blonde shiver, tick, moan, and aroused. 

Clarke had lost track of time as she rode Octavia. She trembled as her muscles contracted, the ever-growing heat reaching a breaking point, throwing everything into overdrive as she let out moan after moan. This was her first time on top, and it felt like an unexpected high. Similar to being able to land a tick on a skateboard or winning any type of competition. Clarke couldn't get enough, and soon, the sound of skin colliding and her movement were a rush of desperation as she chased the feeling of her release. The controls handed to Clarke were new, and she never wanted to let go. The stretch, the burn, everything about Octavia drove her mad with carnal desires. Octavia's smile was persistent as she let out small grunts and soft moans. Her hand tangled in the Blonde's hair as she sat up and mouthed at Clarke's neck. Her breath was so hot and addicting that Clarke couldn't help begging.

"More," Clarke whispered as Octavia started to use her teeth in the mix of open-mouthed kisses. 

Octavia let out a short growl as she pulled Clarke closer and started working to bring Clarke to the edge. Clarke somehow couldn't stay silent. Her hips bucked, everything felt hot, her air thin. Jolts ran up her spine as she was brought through a river of emotions, following the rapid feeling of unpredictability and thrill. Clarke doesn't remember if she screamed upon reaching the climax of it all, but she knows she heard the echo of her voice. 

Octavia held the blonde close and guided her to collapse on the bed rather than her. Octavia hovered by her side as Clarke situated herself on her back. The Brunette looked down at her with a grin as she brushed sweaty hair from her face. "You look really hot when you're in control, well, when you lose it," Octavia joked, leaning down and giving Clarke a soft kiss on the cheek before moving down her jaw. "Can I?" Octavia asked low in her ear as she slowly ran her hand down Clarke's stomach and lower.

Clarke hesitated; she was a little sensitive, but she craved more, and Octavia was far too addicting to deny. "Yeah,' she breathed out.

Octavia adjusted her mouth along her body; most of it was delicate and lightly kissed, but she would bite, leaving a delightful sting. The warmth left her aching for more; she had closed her eyes and moaned to herself quietly before gasping once Octavia's lips reached her desired destination. Octavia wasn't as experienced with eating a girl out as kissing. She lacked efficiency but made it back with enthusiasm and test. Octavia swiped her tongue and used her fingers tentatively before going all in with confidence when she seemed to know what Clarke liked and what made her twitch, arch her back of the bed or clamp her thighs. 

When they were finally done, Clarke didn't know what time it was as she snuggled close to Octavia, tired and lightly trembling. "Not bad for a girl like me, right?" Octavia whispered raspy. The Brunette held her close as Clarke leaned against her sturdy frame. The Blonde's face came to rest in the crook of the younger woman's neck. Clarke's face was beyond sweaty, and her breath was terribly ragged as she recovered from her latest orgasm. Octavia rubbed her bag soothingly, letting out a low rumble in her chest. The ripples of the sound sent a wave of calm through Clarke's senses as she felt herself succumb to the overwhelming feeling of tiredness. Clarke's blue eyes drooped as she breathed in the Alpha's scent. 

“Yeah… not bad…” Clarke mumbled before letting her eyes close and breathing even out. 

Clarke woke up the following day with a jolt, thinking the previous night was a dream. The Blonde took several deep breaths as she tried to ground herself and almost entirely convinced herself she was alone. However, she was hit with the realization that wasn't true and that a very real Octavia was lying beside the Blonde, snoring softly in her sleep. Clarke resisted bolting immediately, afraid to wake the younger woman beside her. It's almost a deja vu moment, only this time, she decided not to run at the first sight of a naked girl she had sex with the night before. This time, it was different. Octavia didn't love her, or she didn't say she did, at least.

Clarke wanted to tell Octavia that it meant something in some capacity, but at the time, she was still a little drunk and had no idea what she would say or how Octavia felt. So, Clarke left, but it still felt weird leaving her alone without notice of her absence. She dressed as quietly as she could and opened the door leading to the hall. It was unavoidable for Clarke to run into Murphy. Unlike Bellamy, the man was an early riser with a routine he didn't break from. Though she did try to ignore him as she grabbed her shoes, he didn't let that slide. 

"So, she's really that good," the Alpha commented, watching the frazzled blonde struggle with her sneakers as he ate his nearly empty bowl of cereal. 

Clarke stopped in place and blushed heavily. She wasn't uncomfortable with the idea of him hearing her, but it was flustering for Clarke, knowing Murphy would hold this against her. "You're not gonna tell him, are you?" She whispered as she slid her shoe over her heel. 

Murphy places the bowl on the coffee table and leans back into the comfy black chair that people often fought over when hanging over at their place. His expression showed one of deep thought. It was like watching a kid decide what he wanted for his birthday before smirking as he thought of something that would stress you. "No, don't worry, princess. I know it was a one-time thing, and Bell doesn't need to go nuts planning your wedding," he said before sitting straight and returning to his bland cereal.

Clarke had been put to little ease as she left their place that day. It's not because she worried Murphy would tell or that Bellamy had heard anything because the guy slept through almost anything, but that Murphy thought it was a one-time thing. Clarke didn't know why, but it irritated her that he only saw them as one drunken hook-up and nothing serious. Maybe he saw something she didn't. After all, she doesn't know how to react now.

However, Octavia doesn't make it seem that way; she looks around with interest and smiles at the display of messy boxes around the living room and connected kitchen. She turns to Clarke and speaks genuinely. "This is a nice place. Is it close to campus?" she asks before sitting on the carbon loveseat facing an empty wall. 

Clarke forces a chuckle. "Yeah, I planned on living in the dorms, but my mom didn't want me crowded. She says it was tough for her as an Alpha, and she can't imagine how bad it would be for an Omega. So, she contacted her realtor and found this place for me. Now I only pay half the rent," she tells the other girl, grabbing two bottles of water from the fridge. 

Octavia nods and takes the water bottle from Clarke as the Blonde comes to sit beside her on the two-seater. "Cool, Dorms aren't really that fun anyway, well, if you're gifted, that is. I got placed with this annoying beta, and I swear he couldn't get over the fact that I liked Alphas too," Octavia says, rolling her eyes as she takes a swig of water. 

Clarke raises a brow, surprised by the revelation. "Really?" Clarke says, trying to hide her shock. 

Octavia takes a breath after capping her water bottle. "Yeah, he kept saying it was a chemical imbalance and that I must have had some weird incestuous background or testing or some damn thing that has to fuck with my feeling for someone," the Brunette says, annoyed with a bit of heat to her tone. She sighs after a moment of pausing. "Um, anyway, that's not what I wanted to talk about, but first, how are you?" she asks, looking at Clarke before backing away, surprised at how close their faces are. 

Clarke lightly chuckles at the light flinch. "I'm fine, or I want to be... It's complicated," the Blonde confesses, anxiously picking at the water bottle label as she thinks of how this conversation will go.it

Octavia nods and licks her lips, biting them momentarily. "What happened?" Octavia asks, seeming sincere with her tone.  

Clarke takes a moment to think. If she tells Octavia, will it be a good thing? Or a terrible thing? Clarke can't help wondering if, despite Octavia being pro-omega, she will want to get married or have some mating bond if the baby is hers. Octavia is only nineteen and can't even drink well or do a lot in the U.S., but that's beside the point. The young Alpha is just starting her life; she's not twenty-seven like Lexa or nearly twenty-four like Raven. Granted, they are all young, but Clarke is twenty-two and nearly twenty-three. Octavia is the youngest and doesn't deserve that kind of responsibility.

Yet, even after thinking about it, trying to talk herself out of it, she can't do it again. Clarke already robbed Raven of the privilege of knowing about the baby, she can't do that to Octavia. So, "I'm kind of...Pregnant?" slips out, causing Octavia to go wide-eyed.

Next Chapter: Chapter Three - The Ex.

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Clarke's heartbeat echoes within her chest, reverberating in her ears. The blonde stays quiet in favour of Octavia's reaction. The younger woman hasn't spoken a word. Octavia's jaw is slack, and her body is rigid. Clarke can feel the tension in Octavia's thigh pressed to hers. Clarke doesn't know how to handle this situation. It's not like the omega planned on telling the younger alpha so soon, let alone in this fashion.

Time ticks away the longer Octavia doesn't speak. The poor alpha turns red as her nerves stop her from breathing. Clarke worries she might pass out, but Octavia eventually coughs hard enough for her to grip her chest and tear up. The brunette gulps down air like her life depends. "I-oh god, alright… uh… how far along are you? Wait! Is it- is it mine?" The brunette asks, looking Clarke in the eye with a red face. The normal intense green eyes, a watery swap with quivering features.

Clarke's heart stutters at the sight. The blonde wants to explain the whole situation but is unsure how. No matter how she breaks it down, Clarke knows she'll be labelled as some Omega slut. It's undeniable that she couldn't keep it in her pants. It was like she was in heat. Granted, she was drunk two of the three times she slept with an Alpha, but it was like she needed them, wanted them inside her. Clarke almost shivers at the thought.

Trying to keep her focus, Clarke answers after finding her voice. "I don't know. It's a possibility, a big possibility, but I don't know," Clarke manages to say as she subconsciously reaches for Octavia's hand to soothe the forlorn young woman.

Octavia nods and looks off into the living room, her hand squeezing Clarke's hand tight as she accepts it. "Ok, alright," she says, still trying to find her words. The brunette looks back to the blonde. "Um, who else? If you don't mind me asking," she says, wetting her lips and swallowing. The green eyes blink rapidly as a nervous tick.

Clarke tenses slightly at the question. The blonde has the answer, but Octavia will be the first to know everything. She's already the first to know about the baby outside herself and a local clinic staff member not affiliated with her family's hospital. However, Octavia will be the first to know of all her sexual partners. Granted, it's a small list, but it's still more than just Octavia and Raven.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," Octavia says when she notes Clarke's long silence and tense stature.

Clarke snaps out of it the best she can and meets the young woman's eyes. "No, you should know, it's only fair," she says quickly. Clarke squeezes Octavia's hand and rubs her thumb over her knuckles. Blonde can't help but remember how they felt along her body. Rough in a way, but soft and gentle along her skin. "You can't tell anyone else, not until I talk to them first," Clarke starts as she looks from their hands to Octavia's look of interest.

Octavia nods. "Of course, your secrets are safe with me," she says, giving her a supportive smile. Clarke can't help smiling and swooning at how well the younger woman seems to be handling everything so far.

Clarke swallows roughly but forces herself to speak. "It's complicated, but when I came back to New York, I had just broken up with my girlfriend. Her name is Lexa Woods, her family is from Baltimore, but she was born in Australia before she was adopted. We broke up a few days before I moved back, and it was kind of last hurrah of sorts," Clarke explains, slightly blushing. It was weird talking about Lexa to someone other than Raven and Bellamy.

Clarke easily recalls her last night with Lexa and how different it felt from when they met, the minute they confessed, and their first time together.

Clarke and Lexa met on November 4th, 2018. It was a sunny day in downtown Baltimore. The air was fresh and not too hot. Clarke had been sitting alone, reading up on one of her mom's most recent medical studies. When a primarily young black-coated German Shepard approached her. The pup had been sniffing at her knees before using their snout to nose at her open book bag. Clarke used a sweet tone on the dog before gently guiding the dog away from her bag. The pup was lovely and let her pet them. She managed to look at their tag. Skyler, it read. Clarke proceeded to pet the dog, lathering them in affection. Until it took one of her notebooks and bolted.

"Hey!" she yelled as she gathered her stuff and followed the quick pup. The blonde ran down the street, refusing to lose all the written work from her classes. The blonde chased after the dog nearly three blocks before the German Shepard stopped in front of an Alpha a few years older than herself. The woman was a brunette, shorter than Clarke, with greyish-green eyes and pale skin. She was wearing a suit, and her hair was in a braid. She had taken the notebook from the dog and raised a brow. "Now, where did you get this, silly girl," she had to ask the dog as the pup yipped happily.

Clarke kept her eyes on the woman. Though it was sunny and she was wearing loose, breathable clothes, she couldn't give an excuse for blushing at the smooth, crisp voice of the older woman.

"Is this your dog?" she asked, trying to keep a level tone. The woman's scent was intoxicating. It had a freshly cut rose smell with a hint of cinnamon, but she smelt like Raven, metallic underlining her natural scent. Raven smelt like a campfire and coffee, but after she got shot, it had changed. Most bullets wouldn't change the smell of an Alpha or Omega. They weren't designed that way. It wasn’t until the government stepped in. It was made that cops, the military and other government officials would be given special bullets to imbed a scent inside the skin to identify those who were shot.  For cops, it was easier to find a suspect, and for the military, it was easier to find fellow soldiers or enemies. They all had a universal smell of metal, but police bullets had a ginger scent, government officials had a vinegary scent, and the military had an ashy, rubber, and burnt scent. Raven's scent had the added metallic ginger to her scent, but it was mostly unnoticeable with her suppressants. This woman, however, had the same metallic undertones, but it was ashy.

The woman smiled, charming, imperfect, and confidant. It sickened Clarke how it made her melt within. "Yes, and I'm assuming this is yours?" she asked, holding the book to Clarke. Her brow raised as she held her smile, almost a smirk.

Clarke reached for it, but the brunette pulled it away and held out her hand. "Your name? Blondie," She asked instead of handing over the book.

Clarke froze and looked at the brunette's hand before their eyes met again. Blue met green eyes. "Um, C—Clarke," she said as her hand met the other's, the blonde not having a retort to her denial of the book.

"Well, Clarke, I'm Lexa Woods, and you should be careful with what dogs you let nearby. Skyler here was just released from duty for being too nice, but she's a hell of a tracker and retriever. She must have heard me complaining about losing my notebook and went off to find one for me. I didn't even realize she got off the leash until I came out here, and she was sitting with your book," The alpha chuckles. It was light, but her tone conveyed a hint of severity. It was as if she firmly told her to be careful without being mean.

"Uh, yeah, I'll remember," She agreed without thinking.

"Good, now take care of this. I don't want Skyler coming back with it now," Lexa said, handing over the book as their hands left each other. I hope to see you around, Blondie," she said as she leashed up the pup and left Clarke alone like an idiot.

Clarke wasn't sure how to take the initial interaction, but she remembers letting out a shaky breath as she threaded her fingers in her hair and whispered. "What the fuck just happened," as she stood alone in the streets.

Clarke had called Raven that night to talk about the experience, and the blonde should've clued in when Raven was angry by the recount of her encounter. However, she didn't. She remained ignorant and continued on with her life. Lexa and Clarke wouldn't meet again for another month anyway. Clarke was too busy trying to prove she wasn't some nepo baby heir who paid her way into pre-med. It wasn't until Clarke decided to go out and study late at night in a coffee shop near her campus. She had been in three espressos, her blonde hair tied back, and she was drowning in one of Raven's old high school lacrosse sweaters. A sweater she got before being shot. When Lexa approached, Clarke chewed on her pencil and read the forums on her laptop. She had a coffee in hand and looked much rugged in causal gear. The older woman wore cargo pants and a long sleeve with her hair down.

"Clarke, right?" she asked. Lexa then took a seat across from her without permission.

Clarke looked at her and, for a moment, couldn't remember how she knew her name, but she clocked in once their eyes met. "Lexa," Clarke said instead of answering.

Lexa smiled and nodded. "You remember me? I wasn't too sure you would, but most omega's identify scents better than most. My best troops were often Omegas when they weren't causing me trouble," she said, taking a sip from her cup and licking her lips. Their eyes met, and it was as if she could read her mind. "So, you're a New Yorker?" she asked, eyeing her sweater.

Clarke nodded. "Yeah, Brooklyn," she answered.

"Long Island girl, alright, honestly didn't peg you as a lacrosse dater," she stated simply, no bite, just a mere observation.

"What?" Clarke asked.

"Your sweater. It reeks of your Alpha," she explained as she set her coffee on the table.

"Raven? She's… she's not my alpha," she said almost hesitantly as she lifted the sweater to her nose.

Lexa raised a brow. "Really?" she voiced before giving a half-hearted shrug. "Well, whatever she is, she's made it clear you are off limits," she said, picking at the seal of her coffee lid.

Clarke didn't think to question it at the time. Raven was protective of her, so it made sense whenever she gave her old clothes to wear to sleep in or keep her warm. If anything, Clarke internally melted at the statement but didn't dare let Lexa or herself know.

 "Whatever you think it is, it's not, Raven is my best friend, not my keeper," She forced herself to say. It was the first defence she managed to get out against the arrogant alpha.

Lexa only smiled to herself but bit her lip and hid the amusement. "You have an Alpha as a best friend? Isn't that a bit weird?" Lexa asked, almost genuinely.

Clarke felt offended for the first time since meeting the older woman. "Weird? Why would it be weird?" Clarke asked with an edge to her tone.

Lexa couldn't hide her amusement. "I mean, yeah, everyone knows Omegas and Alphas can't just be friends," she said, leaning forward on her elbows.

"That's not true," she said earnestly. "I have tons of friends who are Alphas," she said honestly.

"Yeah, but I bet they all found interest in you at one point. A passing feeling or practical thought," Lexa said with a shrug. "It's basic biology," she stated as if it were that simple.

"You're wrong. Lots of omegas and alphas are friends. Because guess what? Not all Alphas are attracted to omegas. It’s like saying Betas are only attracted to Betas. Plus, you don't even know me, let alone any of my friends. Who, by the way, have never been in love with me," Clarke argued back, and for a moment, the alpha looked stunned by her burst of passion for the situation.

"You're fiery, I'll give you that, but I just started my law degree, and I'll have you know I can be very persuasive," Lexa said as she tried not to grin.

It irritated Clarke. They argued for nearly an hour about whether Alphas and Omegas could be friends. They agreed to disagree, with Lexa leaving with her number and Clarke being invited to the Zoo with Lexa and her son. Clarke never told anyone back home about Aden.

Lexa's son was a striking little boy with blonde hair, blueish-green eyes, and freckles along his pale skin. At the time they met, he had been four and three months. Clarke and Lexa had a rough friendship as they talked while also annoying the hell out of each other. Aden had turned five when Lexa had kissed Clarke. It had been a heated debate about the bullets the government used. Clarke expressed her opinion clearly by stating that she didn’t believe someone should be marked forever by something that could've been an accident. Being in the Army while doing her law degree, Lexa argued that it helped in many cases in the field and the courtroom. They threw words back at each other until Clarke brought up Raven's case.

Lexa was relentless. Her tone wasn't judgemental, but it was firm. "What you did was illegal, Clarke. You are lucky you didn't end up in prison like your Omega boy and his alpha. It's a good thing that your stupid alpha friend got off on a technical foul," she said, looking her in the eyes and stepping closer.

Clarke's heart stopped, and she was taken back to that moment for a minute. That night happened as usual; every one of her friends at the time had snuck through an abandoned building leading to a blocked-off alley. There were many nice cars, but Wells and Finn were after a red 1998 Camaro SS Coupe. The boys had been quiet about what was in the car and why they needed it but promised everyone would get a cut. They hadn't realized cops and detectives had been watching this place for months. It all happened so fast. They had opened the truck, and Wells and Finn had pulled out several automatic weapons. The shot came after they loaded one of the guns. After that, it was a blur.

Clarke was fuming, and she got in Lexa's face and pointed a finger at her chest. "Don't you fucking dare! Raven is lucky she is even alive! She’s why I get to walk free. Because it wasn’t just jail time or a few years in prison, Lexa. Finn died that night! Wells was shipped off to Europe because his father was ashamed of the scent change. You don't get to dictate who is good and who is bad. You don't even know them!" she nearly shouted.

Lexa's eyes briefly widened, clearly not expecting such a strong reaction. If anything, Lexa never heard Clarke swear. "Clarke…" she tired softly.

"Don't, god, you're such an asshole. I don't even know why I keep coming around. You're just a mindless drone who pretends not to care what you say and how it affects people, but hey? Maybe you just don't care. I don't know," she said, wiping her eyes as she tried to settle her emotions, but it was too late. Flashes of seeing Finn lying on the ground, Wells sitting against the car's wheel. Raven's muffled scream as she closed the door behind Clarke as the cops shot.

Lexa had wrapped her arms around Clarke.  Lexa didn't struggle to hold her, but Clarke still thrashed and tried to get away. Lexa didn't let her. The alpha used her scent to calm the blonde and rubbed her back to soothe her. When Clarke came back to reality, she was exhausted and laid her against the woman's chest.

"I… I do care," Lexa whispered as she cupped Clarke's cheek and rubbed her thumb along her jaw. "I care about you… I just- I'm just glad you weren't one of the ones who were shot," she spoke honestly, raw.

Clarke's heart sped up without her permission. Their eyes met, and the sincerity in her words was undeniable from the simple look in those green orbs. Clarke high on adrenaline, could only pant as they moved closer until they were a whisper away. The head near and lips way too close not lean in. "Can… can I kiss you?" Lexa breathed out as she resisted the urge to just kiss her without permission.

Clarke didn't answer verbally. The blonde took a minute to think relationally, and no rational thought could stop her from nodding.

The kiss was slow, soft and sincere. There was a strong flutter in Clarke’s chest as Lexa and Clarke’s lips moved together. It wasn't in sync or perfect. This was Clarke's first real kiss, not a peck or some dare. It was with someone who cared for her and someone she's learned to care for in turn. To Clarke, it was perfect regardless of how awkward they moved together.

Later, they talked about what it meant. Lexa clarified that she didn't want it to be a one-time thing, and Clarke agreed but asked for some time before making things official. Clarke felt the need to talk to Raven that night. The conversation was awkward and tense, but at the end of it, Raven told her to do what she wanted. Clarke and Lexa ended up going on a simple first date weeks later.

They went to a nice restaurant not too far from Clarke's campus and not too far from Lexa's house. Lexa's older sister, Anya, watched Aden that night and told Lexa not to worry about coming back right away. Of course, they didn't sleep together that night, but it was a sweet kiss goodnight outside Clarke's place at nearly 11 o'clock on a Saturday. No, Lexa and Clarke wouldn't have sex until almost three months into their relationship.

Clarke was a virgin, and Lexa hadn't been with anyone since Aden's mother, Costia. It was a subject they hadn't talked about. If anything, dating to them simply meant enjoying each other's presence and some intimate touches here and there.

It wasn't until they were making out in Clarke's bed that it was brought up as Lexa's hand went down south on instinct. After months of figuring out how their lips moved best, their lips moved much better together. It had been getting heated the more they touched along their back and waists. Clarke clutched the back of Lexa's neck. Clarke's breath hitched as the hand ran along her skin gently. A slight flutter in her stomach and a fuzzy feeling arose. Lexa noticed and stopped kissing her to pull back with a slight blush. "Sorry… I should have asked," she said, pulling her hand from the waistband of Clarke's jean shorts.

Clarke bit her lip and nodded in agreement. "Yeah… I mean," she stopped to gather her thoughts. A multitude of feelings and thoughts crashed through her. Questions, such as if she was ready to start having sex and if she was prepared for that step with Lexa. Clarke was practically immobile as she looked at the ceiling with her thoughts. "I want to," she said honestly as she met Lexa's eyes.

The older woman hovered above her, leaning on her elbow, one arm tucked under Clarke's neck and the other resting on her hip. The rest of her was pressed against Clarke's right side. Lexa nodded and smiled down at her. "I do, too, but are you sure you're ready?" she asked softly. Lexa raised her hand to brush some blonde strands from the younger woman's face.

Clarke's heart hammered in her chest; it was now or never for her at that moment. Clarke didn't doubt that Lexa was a good pick for a mate. Lexa was in the Army, but she always made it home to her son, and she was going to Law school on top of that. The older woman managed all that as she did her best to be there for Clarke. Lexa was virtually a superhuman, though she had moments of being closed off. Clarke couldn't imagine losing her virginity to anyone else.

"Yeah, I'm ready," she whispered softly.

Lexa smiled and was gentle as she kissed her again, slowly moving to peel clothes away from herself and Clarke. She threw each layer of fabric off to the side and used her mouth to paint each apex of her newly exposed skin. Lexa used her teeth near her neck and lower tummy. A brand uniquely her. Clarke's breath shortened, and she couldn't help but squirm as she got lower. The older woman had undressed to only her black boxers and a gray and black sports bra, and Clarke was similar with only a baby blue bra and her jean shorts with cotton panties peaking as Lexa undid the button and zipper.

Lexa was always on the slimmer side. She had muscle mass, but her frame was sleek and long. Clarke's hand reached out to run along the dip of her waist. Clarke wasn't fat by any means, let alone overweight, but her frame was wider than Lexa’s. Clarke was insecure because most omegas were desirable due to their dainty and petite features.

Lexa took her hand, brought it to her lips, and smiled. "You're beautiful," she whispered, giving her knuckles a soft peck before letting go and adjusting between Clarke's legs. "Um, do you want my fingers, or did you want my mouth, or do you want to get straight to business?" Lexa asked rather awkwardly.

Clarke flushed a deep red. She didn't expect to be given a choice. The blonde expected Lexa to decide. Clarke's chest felt heavy as she tried to decide what to pick. "Uh, fingers? I guess," she answered, her voice a little shaky. The omega rationalizes it down to the fact she knows what fingers feel like inside of her from years of masturbation and times when she went into heat.

 Lexa nodded, acknowledging the young woman's choice. "Ok, tell me if it's too much or not enough," she said, giving her stomach one small pat. The older woman slowly pulled at her shorts and underwear, the garments leaving her bare skin exposed. Clarke blushed as her entire lower half was available for Lexa's hungry eyes.

Lexa worked her up slowly, using her lips against Clarke's wet mouth before moving down on her skin. Lavishing the pale blonde with soft sucks and teeth against her throat. Lexa didn't move her hand down to Clarke's slickening core immediately. Working her up took time and patience. She used her hand to play with her bra strap, being gentle so she didn't snap it against her skin. She used the other hand to unclasp it. It came off in a few short movements. Lexa's slender fingers tweaked at the hardening buds before squeezing the full breast. Testing the fullness in her hand.

Clarke's nerves were a buzz, alive and well. Shudders and gasps were the frequent reactions she could give for her first time. "Oh, god," left her lips every time Lexa would give an experimental touch before circling down to between her legs.

The first finger felt awkward. It was not much pleasure, but Clarke’s hips jumped with the plunge. It took time to build up to add another until she was three fingers deep with a steady rhythm. Clarke could hear the lewd sound of her cunt through all the panting and kissing. Clarke was faint, gulps of air being taken as warm shots of pleasure made their way up her body. It was new and different, and Clarke couldn't come up with a good comparison then. The way Lexa moved and held her, she felt good and safe. Clarke had to take in every thrust of her fingers, the shape, the way her fingers curled. Clarke felt her face twitch as her brows furrowed. It took a bit, but Clarke was close to coming undone.

Clarke moaned and grabbed at Lexa's bicep. "L- Lexa," she gasped as her finger curled around the firm muscle. The heat was growing in her loins, an intense sensation shooting up her spine. Clarke's thighs clamped around her hand, and her cheeks flushed. Everything felt hot.

Lexa couldn't help but chuckle. "It's ok, baby girl," she whispered against her neck, gently blowing at the hot skin. Though her breath wasn't much cooler than Clarke’s, it helped and made her shiver. "Are you close?" Lexa asked as she kissed the side of the blonde's head.

Clarke couldn't give a concrete answer. The blonde could feel herself on the edge, but it wasn't the same as pleasuring yourself. It made her whine in frustration, the fluids between her legs getting louder as Lexa moved a little quicker but still steady and precise. The pad of her thumb goes the extra mile to apply some pressure to the aching nerve down below.

"I'll take that as yes," she said with a cocky edge. The older woman brushed her brown hair from her face as she licked her lips, watching Clarke's tight expression.

Clarke's body quivered. Clarke remembered how her heels dug into the bed. The air felt hot and thin. The circuits in her brain were shortening as she shouted out Lexa's name. "Fuck, Lexa," came out as her eyes shut as the building reached a critical edge before the drop that brought a swift wave of relief following. Clarke had a slight ache between her legs and lower belly. Lexa did her best to help her through it.

"S-s stop, it's a little t-too much," Clarke said as she placed a hand on Lexa's shoulder. The shorter girl immediately stopped and slowly removed her hand from Clarke's throbbing core. The slick walls tried to tighten as she withdrew, but Clarke sighed in relief as Lexa's fingers stopped stretching her.

"Sorry, darling," Lexa whispered, pecking her lips and rubbing her arm.

Clarke took a breath and smiled. Her eyes fluttered open as she met Lexa's. The brunette smiled at her and softly whispered close to her face, the woman being extra tender. "We can take a break if you need it, or we can stop completely," she said, still being extra tender and caring to the younger woman.

Clarke couldn't help chuckling. "I'm sorry… I just… you're so different than you are normally," she said as her hand brushed more hair from Lexa's face and cupped her cheek.

Lexa let out a short laugh. "Ha, right, it's just… I don't want your first time to be terrible, especially with me. God forbid I want my girlfriend to be comfortable," she joked lightly. It was the first time Clarke had ever heard her be so carefree.

The rest of the night was more straightforward after that. It was slow and a little painful, and they were awkward a few more times, but it was perfect in their own way.

Clarke and Lexa moved in six months later. Clarke didn't dare tell her mother, but it wasn't like she felt bad about leaving the place empty. Abby wouldn't notice if their money went to waste on an empty apartment.

Clarke enjoyed it for the most part. She wasn't too far from campus, and Aden was a welcome addition to her routine. The young boy often snuggled with Clarke when she studied on the couch, and Skyler sat on the floor since she wasn't allowed on the couch. Aden was the most protective of her. Clarke often had to remind him she wasn't his mom.

The next three years came and went. Clarke focused primarily on her studies and spent little free time with Lexa and Aden. However, within the three years of their commitment. Love never came up. Aden said it all the time to Clarke but never said it in front of Lexa. Clarke had never even heard Lexa say it to Aden or her sister. Clarke didn't push it, as she never had a slip-up during their time together. Clarke rarely saw Lexa due to their schedules rarely lining up. They only saw each other during the night. Quick moments in the dark and stolen kisses in the morning. It was why Lexa's older sister, Anya, was always around to watch Aden. Anya was a cop for the local area and only had shifts during the nighttime.

Clarke wasn't sure if the relationship would last, but she knew it was serious with Aden involved. The poor boy was almost eight when Clarke graduated from Johns Hopkins. He had been proud and screaming happily despite his sire scolding him to act appropriately, but he was excited watching Clarke go across the stage and off with her newly acquired degree. Many of Clarke's peers thought the young boy was hers, but she quickly corrected them, almost sadly.

Lexa was hers, or at least Clarke had hoped, as Aden could never be Clarke's. Lexa ensured Clarke and Aden knew that he was Lexa and Costia's son and that no one would ever replace his other mother. Clarke couldn't help feeling a sting in her heart because she couldn't help but wonder if maybe Lexa would always be Costia's.

"Do you think you made a mistake giving him all the ice cream?" she asked her girlfriend with a slight chuckle as they got ready for bed.

Lexa chuckled as she shrugged. "What does it matter? He's with his grandmother. I'm sure he'll get more sugar, regardless. Plus, it's not like you have to worry about him. He’s not your kid," she said, dropping onto the bed.

Clarke rolled her eyes, the usual sting settling in her chest. She didn't want to be his mother or take full responsibility for being a parent. Still, it hurt whenever she was designated as just the girlfriend, especially when she knew Lexa had a ring hidden beneath the floorboards near the door to their room. "Well, he's still your kid, and you know I love him kind of like own," she admitted as she climbed into bed beside her.

Lexa laid back with a soft hum. Her green eyes watching the ceiling. "Yeah, but he's not," she said all too quickly.

It hurt again. Clarke knows she's not quite ready to be a parent, but a stepparent was something she was willing to be to the boy she had grown fond of over the last four years. Clarke couldn't help the bite to her words. "Yeah, I know that, but It's not like I'm some random woman you met last week," she spoke with a hint of frustration. "I mean, you're barely even there for him yourself," Clarke couldn't help saying, even if it was rude.

Lexa visibly tensed at the accusation. It was true. Lexa saw Aden maybe four times a week if she was lucky and Clarke perhaps a day more. Aden realistically sees Anya and Clarke the most out of his week. Lexa did her best, but the boy often asked why his mom wasn't around. "What the hell! That's not my fault, I'm doing what I have to to provide for him, and I'm sorry if defending my country and going to school is a bit time-consuming," she said in a pointed tone as she sat up in the bed.

Clarke had moved to sit on her knees, and she couldn't help but get angry at Lexa's point and tone. Clarke wasn't too fond of her own nepotism, but it wasn't as if Lexa had to go down the path she forged. Lexa's family had money, if not more than her own. Clarke also hated when Lexa would escalate the situation by swearing or raising her voice. "Oh, come on, Lexa, you can't seriously be using that excuse for your absence. He's barely eight, and he's already finding out that his grandparents are the CEOs of a billion-dollar pharmaceutical company. Which, by the way, you are the heir to and haven't yet forfeited. How do you think he feels that his own mom would rather be out chasing her own pride than spending more time with him?" Clarke retaliated. The couple glared at each other as they distanced from each other on the queen-sized bed.

Lexa couldn't answer momentarily, her mouth falling open and closing. "Oh, fuck off! Like you're any better. Do you really think you'll become the CEO of Arkadia? Little Miss spends all her time in the art gallery? Are you sure you're even interested in general surgery? Or is it just because you like to defy societal standards?" Lexa huffed out defensively.

Clarke couldn't help but laugh. Bitterness laced her tone. "What? Oh, because having a hobby is so wrong, and it means I want to be an artist instead of a surgeon. Do you even hear yourself? Because that's stupid. Yes, I like art, and yes, I like general surgery. I like both! The real question is, do you even like me?" Clarke asked, her voice getting a bit scratchy and high-pitched.

Lexa's eyes flashed with hurt or some sort of emotion Clarke couldn't place. Lexa went to answer, but Clarke kept going, effectively silencing her. "Because at this point, you haven't done much to support me, and you constantly question my motives about my career or school, and whenever I bring up our future together, you shut down. Do you seriously only see me as some Omega to keep your bed warm? Is that why you bought that ring? Because you want me to fulfill some stupid housewife fantasy for your own goddamn ego! I mean, are you that old fashioned, you fucking ass-" Clarke stopped herself, realizing she was pushing things too far. Clarke's blue eyes widened as she looked at Lexa. The brunette's emotions were fully displayed as Lexa looked hurt and angry.

Clarke took a beat, fully processing the words herself. "Lexa," Clarke tried softly as she reached, but Lexa scoffed and brushed her off. The young woman's hand was left in the air for a moment before she dropped it. They were both tense. They stared at each other in shock, trying to analyze each other's reactions.

"Don't. Just don't, Clarke. It's obvious you don't think I care or even like you… or that I don't love you, and maybe I don't. Maybe you don't love me either, but it's clear that this isn't working," Lexa said as her shoulder slumped, the fierce look in her eyes dimming. The alpha, leaning back on her hands, truly took a moment to process her words.

Clarke was at a loss due to Lexa's words. The argument wasn't supposed to go so far. It just happened. Clarke wanted to fight and call Lexa a coward. Clarke wanted to be angry and do everything in between, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. If anything, Clarke did the worst thing she could do at that moment. Clarke kissed Lexa. It was different than their normal kisses. It was raw, rough, a clash of teeth and a mess of saliva. The unravelling couple's pent-up rage was a reflection in their deep kiss as they moved together without care or sync.

Clarke moaned at the pain of Lexa's teeth roughly biting onto her bottom lip. She hissed as she separated for air. "You don't get to…" Clarke was pulled into another kiss roughly as Lexa grabbed the back of her neck. It was another mess of tongue. Clarke pulled back for another breath of air. "T-this- this isn't over," she breathed firmly. Their hooded eyes met. Lexa still looked upset through the growing arousal. "Not tonight, not now," Clarke added since she wasn't sure where their relationship was going.

Lexa nodded to her breathy words. The older woman looked down at Clarke's thighs, but her hand was rubbing her neck. Lexa's fingers were entirely way too close to her scent and mating glands. Lexa wouldn't let her be on top or take too much control. It's why she pinched at the nerves. Lexa was gentle when she wanted, but after their first year together, she tended to be rougher with Clarke. "Ok, but fuck. You're so god damn infuriating," Lexa growled as she pulled Clarke by the neck and pushed her back onto the bed.

Lexa let her neck go but pinned the blonde to the bed by the wrist. Lexa's grip was tight, and she didn't loosen it once she started peeling her clothes. The two rarely wore proper pyjamas. Clarke often wore one of Lexa's old band t-shirts and a pair of modest cotton panties. On the other hand, Lexa wore a pair of shorts with her boxer and loose tank top, which she often wore after getting home from the base or a long day of classes. Lexa tore off her tank top with ease. Lexa's tits were on full display as she moved her hand down to push at her shorts and boxers. The brown-haired woman kicked off the last of her garments with a huff of frustration. The emotion from their argument is nowhere near gone.

Clarke lay back on the bed, her wrist tightly held together by Lexa's hand, and her legs kicked apart. Clarke looked up with a blush. She wasn't nervous, but it was a natural reaction. Clarke felt eager, desperate, and scared. She let out a low whine as Lexa tested the waters with her fingers, her hands teasing the fabric of her clothes as Lexa hovered above her.

"I should just fucking leave you right now," Lexa huffed out as she loosened her hold on Clarke's wrist.

Clarke's heart sped up; more fear rose. "No," she nearly shouted in a breath as she pushed at her hands.

Lexa tried not to show her satisfaction, but the nerves in her face twitched ever so slightly. "Why shouldn't I?" she asked her tone a low, intense growl.

Clarke's face grew hotter, and she felt frustrated. Clarke wanted her, wanted her close, hot, slick and inside. Clarke's hand curled and still pushed at her strong hands. "Because you want to, you can't help it," Clarke rushed out with heavy breaths. Clarke felt she was going to lose her damned mind.

Lexa couldn't deny it. Lexa was angry but just as aroused. Lexa was big, at the time, the biggest she ever took. After being with Raven and Octavia, Lexa was the bigger person girth-wise. It caused her to shudder and gasp no matter how often she was filled. Clarke couldn't help but stare at the throbbing shaft bopping from the woman above. "Fine, but don't think this fixes anything," she huffed, letting go of Clarke's wrist.

Clarke tried not to react in fear once Lexa let her hands go, but she sighed as Lexa used her free hand to pull off Clarke's clothes. The band shirt was over the blonde's head, and the item was thrown to the corner of their bedroom. Lexa's hands reached for her waist to run up to her sides to cup the paler woman's heavier breast. Lexa tweaked at the hard buds before taking the one nipple into her mouth. The brunette sucked down hard and squeezed at Clarke's other breast. Lexa's hand moved along the seams of the blonde's panties. Clarke was getting hot and was starting to squirm under the older woman. Clarke's breath was quick and short as she moaned at the simulation on her tits. Lexa's teasing hands do little to progress.

Clarke wanted Lexa. She wanted them to already be doing it, but she couldn't push it too far, or Lexa would stop completely. Still, it didn't stop Clarke from begging. "L—Lexa, please!" she cried out. "I need you," Clarke whined as she moved her one hand to clutch at Lexa's hair and the other on Lexa's hard bicep.

Lexa lapped at the aching bud before she pulled back with a gruff tone and annoyed huff. "Why are you so greedy, huh? You hate that I'm such an alpha, yet you beg like an omega slut," she ground out bitterly.

Lexa rose and roughly peeled Clarke's hands from her body, pinning her arms to her side. "For that, you don't get to touch me," she told her sternly.

Clarke's insides melted at the command. Half out of grief and the other out of depraved arousal. "Please, Alpha," she said, unsure of what she was even begging for at that point. Clarke couldn't remember if she wanted Lexa's mouth, fingers, or dick. All she wanted was to be touched and touched then and there.

Lexa could've made her beg more and drawn it out. Truthfully, she could've been cruel, but she was a woman with needs, too. Lexa was still an alpha, and alphas will always have the will to breed their omegas. "Pathetic," Lexa whispered as she looked down at Clarke. The blonde was only in her underwear, and Lexa was naked above her, a little more tense than her partner. Lexa took a beat to weigh her options. Clarke wanted to curse her, but ultimately, she couldn't. She had left everything up to her at that point. Lexa decided as her hand moved down to slide the garment to the side and thrust two of her fingers without preamble. "I'm going to have to get you ready before I put it in," she said almost condescendingly.

Clarke felt ashamed of how hot she found the whole experience. It was like a forbidden fruit, something so desired but would shatter the illusion of perfection once bitten into. However, it wasn't like they had much to lose.

Clarke's breath grew, and moan drew low and frequent. Clarke was losing her mind and couldn't quite place the feeling. Lexa moved roughly, quickly. The fingers inside her flexing, curling, doing it all to prep her as fast as possible. It was depraved. Clarke didn't think she'd get close to the edge that way, but she cried as Lexa pulled free before she could really feel it all. Clarke's mind spun, and she felt dizzy. Clarke looked up to Lexa and frowned, but before she could get a word out. Lexa was already speaking. "Get on your hands and knees," she said as if she'd been debating it. Clarke and Lexa rarely did anything out of some rough missionary or entertaining foreplay, but they did dabble in many different positions once or twice. Clarke hated it when she wasn't facing Lexa, and Lexa knew it.

Lexa gripped her hips hard. It wouldn't have bruised Clarke normally, but this was harder than she'd ever held her. Lexa let out a shuddering breath as she hesitated behind her. The alpha could've easily just shoved herself inside the young woman and been brutal and fierce, but she didn't. The older woman slumped slightly behind her, Lexa's rougher hands moving along Clarke's hips and soothing the red indents of her hands before pulling down the cotton to Clarke's mid-thigh. "This is the last time… this is over," Lexa whispered close to Clarke's ear as she leaned over her. Lexa still soothing her hips, gently kissing along her neck and shoulder blades. It was a tender moment; Clarke could feel the finality of it all.

Clarke nodded to Lexa's words, acknowledging the end. Realistically, it was Clarke's fault. Clarke didn't try to defend the words that left Lexa's mouth. She didn't fight for her. Honestly, she wasn't sure it was worth it. Clarke didn't even know if they were in love with each other or just comfortable. It made her sigh and nod, even in an awkward position. As she prepared for penetration, Clarke knew she couldn't change the outcome. So, she agreed. "I know," she whispered with a gulp, the last words she'd say to Lexa before a string of curses, cries of pleasure and mountains of pleas.

Lexa had slammed into her hard. There was no tenderness, only a raw and primal need. Their skin slapped together to create a lewd symphony for their choruses of pants and moans. Clarke's hips held steady, and Lexa drew hers back with precision. Clarke's mind emptied with each rock. It stung occasionally, but she couldn't complain about the pleasure it brought. It pooled in her belly and shot up her spine. Clarke's muscles constrict and harden with each nerve endings intense simulation. The muscles in her pelvis also got a good workout as she took the pulsing cock in a rioting rhythm.

Clarke breathed hot and ran hot. Sweat covered her reddening skin, and she gripped a pillow to muffle her sobs and absorb the salty water from her face. Clarke was close, and so was Lexa. The two were so desperate to come undone that they didn't question whether to pull out or hold off. Lexa could be careless about Clarke now, and Clarke was too delirious to care about the consequences. It was why she let herself come around Lexa when the brunette stopped and let out a broken roar as she painted her insides. The subsentence spread within Clarke warmly and rendered her irrational as she slumped and ground back, desperately accepting Lexa's load, effectively cementing the first potential sire.

They did go at it again a couple more times, but by the time they collapsed and shut their eyes for the night. One would wake alone, and the other would leave early. Only leaving a note saying. "It would be best if you left before Aden gets back," it was cold, heartless, and painful. It made Clarke cry and regret not having a proper conversation with Lexa, but she didn't dwell too long. Clarke was out of the house within three hours and was scheduled to be back in New York not even a week later. She had called Raven the night before she left and spilled her guts about everything she kept a secret during her time in Baltimore. Raven didn't really respond, mostly listening and absorbing everything. She only said something when Clarke cried and weakly whimpered that she wanted to come home. "Then come home, princess. I'll make sure you're alright," she told her softly. Clarke still sniffling and lightly sobbing. It brought her comfort to know Raven was in her corner, but little did Clarke know she'd also fuck that up.

A sad smile plays on her lips as Clarke recounts the moments in her mind. The blonde slowly met Octavia's gaze once more. "This won't be her first kid, but it might be her last. She's in the military and her last year of Law School, but she's also the heir to a multibillion-dollar company, so I'm honestly not even sure if I want her to know. She'll probably make me do a DNA test before the baby is even born," Clarke says, a little forlorn. Clarke's gaze fell to her lap once more.

Octavia is silent, taking a moment to process Clarke's words. "Ok, I mean, that's not exactly ethical, but I understand. I couldn't imagine being a kid to two heirs," Octavia tries to joke with a smile. The brunette gently takes her chin for their eyes to meet. But who's number three?" Octavia asks gently, her eyes soft and encouraging.

Clarke about melts at the softness. It's pure and genuine. Clarke's heart speeds up at the tenderness. "I…" she starts but goes off as her eyes blink rapidly. She has to say it. She must. Tears form in her eyes, and a lump develops. Clarke is close to crying because admitting it makes it just as scary as telling Raven directly. "It's… it's Raven," she forces herself to say as she pulls back to wipe the tears. Clarke doesn't dare to meet Octavia's eyes. It's all too much for her. Clarke is shaking with fear and trying not to cry, but she can't stop herself. Especially as Octavia embraces her.

Octavia holds her close, her strong arms around Clarke's back, gently rubbing the blonde's tense muscles. Octavia's chin tucking Clake's head to her neck as tears soak her throat. The young woman holds Clarke carefully, gently whispering into her hair. "You're going to be ok," she says gently. Octavia tries not to shudder, but as she speaks again. "I'm here for you," she stutters slightly. Because, in truth, both girls are terrified about what's to come.

Next Chapter: Chapter Four - The Next Confession.

Chapter Text

Clarke took a nap not long after Octavia calmed her down. The younger woman did everything she could to soothe her—helping her into bed and giving her some painkillers to ease the headache. Still, Octavia didn’t leave.

The younger woman is in the kitchen preparing chicken katsu. Octavia ordered all the ingredients from her phone and had everything delivered to Clarke’s apartment. The fragrant, slightly sweet aroma fills the apartment as Octavia cooks with music playing in the background. The kitchen was nearly empty earlier, but she didn’t just order ingredients to cook. Octavia also ordered utensils, pots, pans, plates, cups, a rice cooker, and any other items that could be delivered within a few hours. It cost almost four thousand dollars, but Octavia didn’t mind the expense needed to fill the once-empty kitchen. Octavia transformed the kitchen entirely. It took almost the whole day. She initially planned to make Clarke lunch, but the blonde was emotionally drained and didn’t wake up the four times Octavia tried to rouse her. So, she let her sleep and filled the kitchen with more than necessary, and by the end, it became, in a way, Octavia’s kitchen. It’s something Octavia doesn’t even have at her place with Bellamy.

After the food finishes cooking, its smell follows Octavia as she enters the bedroom to wake the blonde from her nap. “Clarke, I made dinner if you’re hungry,” she whispers and gently shakes the omega awake.

Clarke slowly wakes up with a soft groan. The older woman snuggles under a navy blue quilt. The blonde sits up after a few minutes of trying to wake herself, hearing the mention of food. Her stomach is hollow and hungry. “W-w, what did you make?” she asks, her voice gruff and low. The blonde does not question that she’s been asleep so long that it’s dinner time.

Octavia smiles at how adorable Clarke looks just after waking up. “Chicken katsu," Octavia tells the blonde with a warm smile. “I’m sure you’ve had it before, but it’s a recipe I picked up during one of my trips to Japan,” she says softly, gently brushing Clarke’s blonde hair to make it look less tussled.

Clarke blinks away the sleep and smiles, her face showing interest. “You cooked in Japan?” she asks softly instead of refusing the choice of dinner. Octavia chuckles as she nods and sits beside the older woman on her queen-sized bed.

"Yeah, I stayed in this place called Takayama, and one of the locals invited me over for dinner to meet her 'extremely fertile omega granddaughter,' her words, not mine," Octavia clarifies with a slight blush. "It was a lot of fun, but thankfully she decided I was too good for her,” she says with a playful look, her smile bright as she recalls the memory.

Clarke chuckles and shakes her head at Octavia’s silly expression while she tells her short story. “Really? You mean to tell me you learned how to cook chicken katsu because of an attempted setup?” Clarke asks, not taking the information seriously. The blonde raises a brow as she holds in a wide grin.

Octavia nods. “Yes, for real. I mean, she was pretty, but not really my type, a little bland and dense,” Octavia says with a shrug as she looks at Clarke with pursed lips.

Clarke chuckles again and nods. “Ok, but honestly, are you even a little curious about what could’ve been?” Clarke asks, her tone slightly dense.

Octavia hums but doesn’t take offence or dwell on alternatives as she brushes hair from her face. The brunette leans back on her one hand. “Hmm, no. I have to admit I was kind of in love with someone else, but it didn’t work out. He kind of…” Octavia stops, her voice fading as her gaze drifts emptily. Octavia clears her throat and meets Clarke’s blue eyes. “It’s a long story, but anyway, we should eat. I don’t want my potential baby mama and our potential child to go hungry now,” Octavia says with a soft smile, her tone light and airy despite clearing her throat and rubbing her neck, almost uncomfortable although she masks it.

Clarke can tell something is wrong with Octavia, but she knows not to push. The blonde had heard from Bellamy that the young woman had her issues from years of abuse and her time in the group home. Bell once told Clarke that he had tried to comfort her during one of her episodes when she used her alpha voice to get him to leave her alone. Bell only told Clarke about it because Octavia had disappeared for almost a week after that and then returned to say she would be covering over 50% of their rent as an apology.

Clarke nods and smiles softly to avoid spooking the young alpha. “Ok, but just to warn you, I haven’t been able to keep much down since the morning sickness started. So, don’t be offended if I throw it all up,” Clarke says casually as she heads towards the kitchen.

Octavia snorts, but doesn’t stop the pregnant woman from leaving. The brunette simply follows Clarke into the newly stocked kitchen/dining area. “Ok, well, if that happens, I’ll just make you some soup or whatever it is that pregnant people can handle,” she says, pulling out a chair for Clarke to sit at the small, sleek black table. The panko-covered chicken is crispy and coated in a sweet and spicy, reddish-coloured sauce, served over rice. The plate sits between a fork and a knife that Clarke hadn't owned before this moment.

Clarke raises a brow and softly lets out a small, breathy laugh. “This looks…” Clarke tries to find the right word as she picks up the fork and stabs a piece of the cutlet.

Octavia’s brows furrow with curiosity as she awaits Clarke’s response. “Good? Bad? Overcooked? Not to the Griffin standard?” she questions with a goofy grin and a tilt to her head.

Clarke rolls her eyes and takes a bite of the delicious meat. The blonde chews slowly, allowing the burst of flavours to linger on her tongue. She speaks as she finishes chewing. “I was going to say interesting, but good works too,” she says with a shrug and a smile as she continues to eat.

Octavia decides to eat with the blonde as she accepts Clarke’s satisfaction. “Well, I’m glad you like it,” Octavia says as she takes a large forkful into her mouth. Not a care to what she looks like as she eats.

They didn’t talk much after they started eating, perhaps sharing a joke every time they did something silly, but nothing too interesting. After finishing, Octavia puts away the empty plates in the dishwasher along with the other cooking tools. At the same time, Clarke puts away the leftovers and stocks the fridge with more water bottles and some of the diet sodas Octavia ordered earlier. Clarke stands up straight with a soft grunt and stretches her back as she looks at the brunette. “Why did you buy so much stuff?” Clarke asks as she walks over to where Octavia is leaning against the counter closest to the front door of the apartment.

Octavia hums and gently sways her head side to side. “I don’t know, a housewarming gift?” Octavia says with a shrug as her arms cross over her chest. “I like to think of it as helping the kitchen feel less lonely,” she says, a bit dramatically.

Clarke did her best not to laugh. “Well, first, that’s a bit much for a housewarming gift, and secondly, you’re such a dork,” she says and shakes her head while suppressing a grin.

Octavia smiles as she bites her lip. “Hey now, that is chef Dork to you,” she says with a pointed look before breaking into a grin and a soft chuckle. “But seriously, you’ve been back for nearly two months.” Octavia pauses long enough to make Clarke anxious. However, Octavia gently chuckles as she already considers what she’s going to say next. “How in the world is your place so empty? I looked in all the boxes and only found a spatula with the packaging still on it,” Octavia says, the amusement clear in her tone.

Clarke exhales a breath of relief, glad it’s nothing too serious. “Hey,” she says, half annoyed and half amused. “I’ll have you know the last time I cooked, it wasn’t exactly at my place. I also wasn’t the most creative either,” she admits softly with a sigh. “However, Aden did say I make the best boxed mac and cheese,” she adds with a small smile as she thinks of the little boy who stole her heart. The young boy is one of the reasons she wants to keep the baby.

Octavia's silence stretches just a bit too long before she speaks. "Aden?” Octavia asks, raising an eyebrow. The young woman’s face flashes with confusion, then suddenly brightens with realization. “Wait, Lexa Woods… Lexa fucking woods? Oh, my God, I am so stupid. How the hell did I just figure this out?" she says almost nonsensically. “Lexa is the heir to PharmaMed,” she states with a breathy laugh, shaking her head in disbelief.

It’s Clarke’s turn to look confused. “PharmaMed? Like the company you work for?” Clarke asks, unsure.

Octavia nods insistently. “Yes, Titus and Indra’s daughter…” Octavia says this a little excitedly, before taking a moment to process what it means. “Wow, I didn’t realize you meant that, Lexa. I always assumed Gaia or Ontari would inherit the company. Well, mainly Gaia because she’s the biological daughter, and Anya and Roan had already shown no interest in being the CEO. Then again, there’s Ontari, and she seems like she’ll be the one to actually take over.” Octavia begins to ramble as she more or less word vomits additional information about Lexa’s family. Octavia manages to meet Clarke’s gaze as she continues, but she blushes and stops. “Uh, sorry… I just… Indra,” Octavia states, pausing briefly before letting out a shuddering breath. “Indra is the reason I have a job at all. It was my junior year, two years ago. She was a guest lecturer for one of my classes, and she happened to notice the seventeen-year-old in the third-year class,” she says with a slight chuckle, mainly to ease her nerves. “She took me out to dinner and asked about what kind of job I wanted once I finished my studies, and you know about my mom and the group home…” Octavia says, meeting Clarke’s eyes. Clarke takes a moment to listen, sensing Octavia needs it. “Well, she said she admired my strength and my intellect for a seventeen-year-old, and offered me a job as a part-time domestic consultant until I graduated and had the chance to go international,” Octavia explains, uncrossing her arms with a soft grunt as she stretches her leg out. She leans back against the counter with her hands.
“I only visited her place in Washington, DC, a few times. I’ve met Aden a couple of times, Lexa once. I think I met Anya maybe four times, once with her kid, and I see Gaia and Ontari regularly. Gaia and I are in the same field, but she’s part-time and still in college. Ontari is the executive assistant at the New York branch. So, I basically see her whenever I go to the office. I guess she also graduated early, and her dad was eager to involve her, but Roan is the black sheep. He doesn’t work for the company or want anything to do with the family, but he was friends with my…” Octavia stops herself, and for a moment, Clarke sees something she’s never seen before in her expression—anguish, pain, and suffering. But as quickly as it appears, it’s gone. “It doesn’t matter, I just didn’t assume you were the Clarke Aden and Indra talked about,” Octavia finishes awkwardly.

Clarke continues to listen while giving gentle nods of acknowledgment. The blonde remains mostly silent as she leans against the island counter. It’s a lot to process, and part of Clarke wishes she didn’t know any of it. This is the most Clarke has ever heard about Lexa’s family aside from Anya and Lexa’s adopted father, Titus. “Huh, that’s...” Clarke gazes off into space, searching for the right word. “Crazy. I would have never guessed. I mean, Lexa never mentioned the name of the company, and I only met her parents a few times, and even then, we didn’t discuss their work in detail,” she says, her face stuck in confusion as she considers how everything seems to connect without effort. “I also didn’t try to Google it,” she adds with a small smile and a touch of amusement to lighten the mood.

Octavia lets out a slight, breathy sound of amusement and nods absently. “Yeah… I really should have connected the dots sooner, but damn, that hella complicated,” she says with roughness to her voice as she crosses her arms again.

Clarke hums her agreement as many thoughts about what this means flood her mind. Not only does this add another complex layer to an already complicated situation, but it also makes it worse. This baby could possibly put Octavia’s job at risk. Not that Clarke thinks Indra would fire Octavia for sleeping with her daughter’s ex-girlfriend. However, if Ontari doesn't take the position and Lexa becomes CEO, then... Clarke doubts Lexa will want Octavia working for her once she finds out the younger alpha might be the sire of the little fetus in Clarke's womb.

Octavia clears her throat to get Clarke’s attention, gently snapping her out of her thoughts. “So, other than that...” the brunette says, with a soft roll of her eyes to show her feelings about the recent reveal. “When do we find out more about the baby?” she asks, shifting the focus.

Clarke sighs deeply, swallowing her fear. “I've scheduled an appointment for August 12th, which is this Saturday,” she says, swaying slightly as she contemplates all the upcoming events in her life. “I also officially begin at NYU in September. I’m not sure if I’m ready to face all that with the baby on my mind," Clarke admits, running her hand through her hair with another tired sigh.

Octavia nods in understanding. The brunette moves closer, placing a hand on her shoulder. There's a gentle scent of comfort from her, though it’s subdued compared to when Clarke last smelled her scent. It felt off. For a brief moment, she considered asking, especially since just hours earlier, she was ready to confess something else. But Octavia is quicker to speak. “Well, it’s not ideal, but at least you’re not doing this alone,” she states firmly, her green eyes full of resolve. “I… I want to be there. I don’t care if I only have a 33.33% chance of being this kid’s other parent. I want to support you, fully… even if this baby isn’t mine. I want them to be loved, no matter who the parent is, because 33.33% is still a lot,” Octavia says, licking her lips and trying to explain why a parent’s love matters, though she stumbles over her words as she slightly retreats. “Unless you’re not keeping it,” she adds with barely concealed devastation.

Clarke takes a sharp breath at the brunette's last words. She intends to say, "It’s not the simple," but ends up stumbling over her words. "I... I do want-I want, uh... I don’t know yet," she admits, glancing around the kitchen for an answer. She closes her eyes, calming her racing heart by taking a moment to breathe. When she opens her blue eyes, she meets the deep green ones across from her. "I don’t think... I don’t want to abort it,” she says softly, with a touch of finality.

Octavia nods her head for the umpteenth time, and Clarke glances at her with a hint of concern about her neck. “Ok, but you’re not sure you want to keep it?” she asks immediately after processing the blonde’s decision.

Clark almost faints from the overwhelming amount of information she has to give the young alpha, and she’s now dreading having to repeat herself two more times to the other potential sires. “I don’t know, yet. I was hoping to discuss it further later, but you keep asking, and honestly, it’s a lot to take in. I want to give you a straightforward answer, but I’m not sure if I can right now. I’m sorry,” Clarke says, meeting Octavia’s intense gaze as she soothes her upper arm muscle to keep the omega calm.

Octavia shows no signs of anger or disappointment, only a look of satisfaction at her honesty. “It’s okay, Clarke. Honestly, I’d be more upset if you gave me false hope or lied, but I trust you’re telling the truth. So, don’t stress too much, or I might have to kick your ass,” Octavia says genuinely, ending with a playful smile and a small laugh to lighten the mood, as their tone for the day remains uncertain.

Clarke breaks out into a smile at her teasing words. “You’d really hit a pregnant woman?” she asks, leaning closer to Octavia as she grins at her, raising a brow in question.

Octavia softly chuckles and shakes her head as she gently traces her hand down Clarke’s arm. “Of course, I can't have such a disobedient omega. I need to put you in your place because I’m such an ass,” she jokes, her voice slightly husky and her eyes shining with mischief. "Can you imagine that? God, I could never imagine putting my hands on you... at least... not to hurt you," she whispers quietly. Their faces are close, and their bodies are just a short distance apart, but they do nothing. Their eyes drift, revealing that their hearts and minds are full of emotion, though it’s too complex to explore now. “So...” Octavia says with a click of her tongue. “What time should I be here on Saturday? We can take my car, or you know, Uber,” she adds, stepping back while concealing her feelings and attraction to the older woman.

Clarke gazes at Octavia openly for a moment as her heart calms and her cheeks cool down. The blonde also needs a moment to fully grasp what the brunette is saying. “Um, 7:30, the appointment is at 9, but I like to be early, and it’ll take at least an hour to get there from here,” Clarke suddenly pauses, glancing at Octavia sideways. "Wait, you have a car? Who owns a car in New York City?” she asks, suddenly fixating on the small, unexpected detail Octavia shared.

Octavia tsks. “Yes, I have a car in New York City. It’s literally part of my job to travel, and sometimes I don’t need to fly everywhere. Sometimes I have to drive,” she explains playfully, her damn near pearly white teeth on display as she smiles while talking. “Plus, driving from here to Brooklyn isn’t that bad. I mean, the bridge is always busy, but hey, it’s the city,” Octavia adds with a shrug.

“You’re so weird,” Clarke says with a look of disbelief and amusement.

Octavia shrugs. “So, what? I have a car and freedom. I also have enough money to live alone in the Upper East Side, but that’s beside the point. Am I driving you to this appointment?” she asks, tilting her head up at the taller woman.

Clarke huffs and meets her gaze. It takes her a moment to agree as she tries to find an excuse to take an Uber or a cab. They could technically take the subway, but she doubts Octavia would want her to since she’s pregnant. So, Clarke caves. “Fine, but if you’re late, I swear to god that you have to buy me pizza for a year,” she says with a pointed look.

Octavia laughs and agrees. “Ok, is that like some sort of craving?” she asks sincerely, still smiling like a happy puppy.

Clarke shakes her head quite seriously. “No, I just love pizza, and Baltimore pizza is not New York’s,” she says simply.

Octavia bursts into laughter again. “Alright, good to know. I promise I’ll buy you pizza for a whole year if we’re late on Saturday.” Then, Octavia extends her hand for a handshake.

Clarke raises an eyebrow at the commitment to a simple promise or punishment. Clarke doesn’t question it and takes her hand for a firm shake.                          

Of course, they end up late, but Clarke insists it’s intentional. Octavia circles the block twice, searching for street parking instead of using the garage, which irritates Clarke. When they pass the clinic building a third time, Clarke sighs in frustration and makes the brunette let her out at the front door.

Octavia pulls over and smiles as she gets out. “Don’t go in without me,” she lightly shouts out to Clarke as the blonde swiftly walks into the clinic.

Clarke checks in and apologizes to the receptionist for her tardiness. The receptionist, an older blonde beta, doesn’t bother to scold her but simply directs her to the waiting room. Clarke settles into a corner seat in the midsize room. It’s not nearly as grand as Arkadia’s waiting areas. The small room has bright blue walls with white accents highlighting the blue. The lights are dim and appear aged and poorly maintained. It contains about fourteen chairs, more than half of which are worn. Clarke can’t complain; it doesn’t smell bad, and the scent stabilizers work well enough to calm her by releasing a citrusy aroma. Clarke waits for about five minutes alone before Octavia enters the room, coming from the hall leading to the building’s exit and entrance with a slight huff.

Octavia’s eyes fall on Clarke, and she doesn’t hesitate before settling beside her. “I thought, I told you to wait for me,” she says with a playful pout as she nudges their shoulders together. Octavia is dressed more ruggedly compared to the clothes Clarke usually sees her in. It’s late summer, and the weather is still warm because of the sun, but temperatures drop in the evenings and early mornings. Still, many people continue to dress lightly. Octavia, on the other hand, is in-between. The tanner woman wears a faded green blouse over a black loose tank top, ripped jeans, and dirty black Converse. Clark prefers something looser—a simple grey flannel, a black t-shirt, faded black shorts, and her trusted white sneakers.

Clarke rolls her eyes with a smile at Octavia’s faux pout, giving a gentle shake of her head. Her eye rolling leaves the older woman dizzy from all the jokes and teasing. “Yeah, because I needed to be later than I already am,” she says with a soft huff. Clarke looks at the younger woman with a stern gaze that isn’t too intimidating.

Octavia smirks and shrugs. "When you put it like that, I seem like the bad guy,” she says, leaning in. The proximity makes Clarke’s breath catch, and Octavia's touch on her chin makes the blonde’s heart flutter. “You have chocolate muffin on your face, by the way,” Octavia adds, her thumb lightly brushing the corner of Clarke's lip.

Clarke’s lips dry out as she observes Octavia lazily licking her thumb. The staged innocence shows on Octavia’s face, a subtle smirk as she enjoys the faint taste. “You could have told me that in the car,” she huffs with a slight glare, trying to dismiss her feelings.

Octavia only smiles, holding her thumb between her teeth. “Yeah, I just wanted to see if anyone else would notice. Looks like the people here suck,” she says, raising her voice a bit for emphasis. Octavia laughs without real amusement as Clarke gives her a stern look. “Why are we here, anyway? Doesn’t Arkadia have a better OB?” Octavia asks, brushing hair from her face, the slight indent of her teeth visible on her thumb.

Clarke dreads answering the question, the blonde making a face to hide her lips. Clarke’s eyes drift to an empty spot in the room. Clarke clears her throat and pauses briefly to organize her thoughts. “My mom,” she says instead of voicing the thousands of excuses ready on her lips.

Octavia’s green eyes watch her expression closely. The brunette, in disguise, observes her carefully, waiting for her to respond. “You haven’t told her yet?” the brunette asks, her tone more like a statement than a question.

Clarke swallows and exhales deeply. “I’m not exactly in the best position to have a kid,” the blonde states as she sinks into the uncomfortable green padded chair.

Octavia makes a face, gently tilting her head to the side and giving a nod as she accepts Clarke’s statement. “Yeah, but she’s going to find out eventually,” Octavia points out as she leans forward to meet Clarke’s blue eyes.

Clarke swallows softly as she shifts in her seat to avoid sinking too far into the chair and to keep the younger woman’s gaze at bay. “Yeah, I know… but she’s going to freak out,” she says, a sense of shame settling in her chest. “My mom doesn’t want this for me… I’m not entirely sure I want this for myself,” she adds, her eyes lowering to the ground. Clarke’s voice turns meek and nearly lost. “I–,” she pauses briefly to gather her words. “I don’t know how to tell her,” she admits with a slight nod. “I’m afraid... I'm afraid to tell her because that means I have to tell Raven first or else she will,” she adds, her voice cracking just a bit.

Octavia’s expression softens visibly as she keeps her gaze fixed on Clarke. A gentle smile appears as she reaches for the paler woman’s hand, giving it a tender squeeze. “Clarke... I’m not saying it’s right or wrong to tell your mom, but if this baby... if it’s also mine, I’d really appreciate it if you took good care of yourself. And as much as I hate to say this,” Octavia pauses, tilting her head slightly as if debating internally, “your family is kind of the best in the world... well, at least in the US for medical practice,” she adds with a soft chuckle. The brunette’s charming smile widens as she squeezes Clarke’s hand again. “I just want the best for…” Octavia’s voice trails off, searching for the right words. “I just want what’s best for the baby,” she says softly. The green-eyed woman pauses, her expression conveying more than she’s explicitly saying. "And- and I can handle Raven if... if that helps," Octavia adds sincerely.

Clarke gazes at Octavia, examining her features—the slight dimples and beauty marks near her jaw. The subtle twitch of her lip, the way they continue to look at each other. It’s not exactly romantic, but it’s not clearly platonic either. Neither of them leans in, but the tension in the air keeps the possibility open. "Y-you'd do that for me?" she whispers softly.

Octavia nods slowly. "Yeah," she breathes out. "I... I'd do any-"

“Clarke?” a nurse calls out, snapping the two from their long gaze.

The two women glance towards the tall ginger woman, an omega with faint undertones of a heavily sterile scent. Clarke briefly looks back at Octavia, but the tension has dissolved, and they both stand up after gathering their belongings. Clarke and Octavia follow the nurse back and proceed with the tests. They learn that the nurse’s name is Olive, and she’s much more energetic than the two younger women. However, the older woman finds Octavia more interesting than Clarke, as she becomes sloppy while drawing the blonde’s blood.

Clarke winces as her vein blows and her arm's skin turns purple. “Oh, gosh, I apologize, your arm looked like it moved a little,” she says quickly, removing the needle and pressing down a cotton pad before taping it over the spot. The nurse is already preparing for another needle stick, reaching for Clarke’s other arm.

Octavia steps in, her footsteps echoing clearly. The brunette emits a low, almost growling sound as she grips Olive’s hand. “I think you have enough,” Octavia softly sneers, the sterile area filling with her potent pheromones, the smell still off but intense.

The two omegas blush, prompting the nurse to step back from the pregnant woman. Clarke observes as the ginger-haired woman hurriedly apologizes. “Y-yeah, I-I I’m sorry about that,” Olive says quickly to Octavia. The tall omega collects the vials—one mostly empty, the others filled with crimson liquid. Clarke’s heart races loudly in her ears. Meanwhile, Octavia, with her calm expression and piercing dark eyes, watches the taller woman as she moves away.

The door closes swiftly, and Octavia relaxes just a bit before turning back to the blonde and gently grabbing her bruised arm. “Fuck, that looks bad,” she mutters as she lightly traces the edges of the bruise.

Octavia slots herself between Clarke’s legs. Clarke’s mind goes blank as she struggles to form words at Octavia’s assertion of herself. “Uh, I-It’s a- It’s just blown vein, happens to the best of us,” she tries to defend, her voice straining as she cuts herself off. Clarke’s expression is stuck as she tries to speak, but nothing comes out, especially when Octavia inspects her arm closer.

The brunette gently traces her thumb along the taped cotton. With a frown on her lips, their eyes lock, and Octavia’s face remains unreadable. “You’re going to Arkadia from now on,” she declares simply, with an effortlessly dominant tone. Her voice resembles that of an Alpha’s voice, but more relaxed and composed. Clarke instinctively nods before fully thinking, while Octavia’s shoulders relax slightly as she exhales softly. "We can finish up here, but if she touches you again, I might lose it," Octavia adds with a quiet chuckle. She gradually releases Clarke and steps back.

Clarke watches as the brunette suddenly shifts awkwardly. The younger woman finds a spot near the door for the nurse to come back and collect them to complete the rest of the tests. Clarke and Octavia don’t speak much during the wait, but they are eventually taken into another room for the ultrasound. Olive is replaced by a short, tanned woman who introduces herself as Tanya. “The doctor will be with you in just a moment,” the distracted nurse says as she leaves them alone.

The blonde hops onto the table and gently swings her legs. Clarke lightly picks at the weathered, thick fabric of the exam table beneath the sterile white sheet. Clarke glances at Octavia’s pacing figure, a small smile touching her lips at how she worries about her, or more so, the baby. “I don’t think we’re going to be seeing Nurse Olive anytime soon,” Clarke says, with a soft tone of amusement as she smiles.

The playful words catch the young woman off guard. Octavia halts, her eyes meeting Clarke’s. She tries to hide her smile, but it brightens her face. Clarke smiles back willingly. “Yeah… I should feel bad, but I don’t think that’s possible,” Octavia admits, exhaling and sinking into a chair. She appears tense, shifting uncomfortably. “Is it stupid that I can’t get over it?” she asks, her voice carrying a slight rasp.

Clarke lets out a soft, throaty noise, the notes of amusement and understanding resonating in the room. “Depend, you’re not going to do something stupid like get us arrested, are you?” The weight of the question is meant to be light, but it feels heavy.

“I don’t know,” Octavia admits quieter than the blonde has ever heard.

Clarke’s posture shifts. A surge of panic floods through her. It’s not the worst thing Clarke has heard, but it’s unfamiliar territory when it comes to Octavia. “What do you mean?” Clarke asks, words rushing to her tongue.

Octavia is about to speak, but the sound of the door clicking open interrupts her. A well-dressed omega man enters, with a kind face, a warm smile, black hair, brown eyes, and pale skin, dressed in a white coat over a button-up shirt. "Well, hello, girls,” he greets loudly, with a clipboard under his arm. The older man notices Octavia first and faces her with a warm gaze. “I’m assuming you’re the sire?” he adds, smiling broadly—an unusual sight among the two. Dr. Baker extends his hand to the brunette for a handshake.

Octavia gazes at the hand for a prolonged moment, her mouth lingering open longer than needed. “Uh, yeah, possibly,” the youngest says, somewhat awkwardly.

The doctor’s smile flickers, but he recovers just as quickly. “Oh, I see,” he says, the man still insisting on shaking the alpha’s hand.

Octavia watches him for a long moment, but ultimately gives in as the male omega awkwardly shuffles his feet. It looks awkward as their hands move at Dr. Baker’s pace. When they let go, Dr. Baker approaches Clarke. “And I am sure you are aware you are the mother,” he lightly jokes, his pearly white teeth almost mocking her.

Clarke shakes his hand too, but not nearly as awkwardly as her counterpart. Dr. Baker’s hand is softer than Clarke had expected, and his grip isn’t as tight as most people in his position. Clarke grew up meeting different doctors, nurses, and important people in the medical industry, which made her realise that he was genuinely kind. “And you must be my Obstetrician for today,” she decides to play along.

Dr. Baker chuckles. “Yes, my name is John Baker, and I have to say, it’s an honour to treat a member of the McHenry family, even if not in name, Miss Griffin,” he says more formally. “I want to apologise for the blown vein.” Dr. Baker motions to her purple arm. “Tanya informed me what happened, and I just wanted to assure you that Olive has been dealt with properly,” he says, monotonal, his form rigid to a degree.

Clarke hesitates to respond. It’s not that she was upset about the blown vein. Clarke grew up around nurses. Someone she considered an aunt was the best of the best, and even she has had a few veins blow on her watch. Clarke sighs and tries to downplay the situation, but Octavia quickly intervenes. “Good, thank you for being on top of things,” the brunette says, the younger woman getting out of her chair to be at level with the doctor. “So, how does this work, now?” she asks, somewhat vaguely, but given the context of the appointment, it’s fairly easy to understand.

Clarke suppresses a chuckle, bites her lips, and looks away. “Well, we’ve done all the tests and basics, but Dr. Baker will finish with an abdominal ultrasound, at least I hope,” Clarke says, nervously shifting the paper beneath her thighs as she swings her legs again.

Dr. Baker, with his distinctive smile, relaxes as he chuckles and nods. “Yes, I think your results have given me enough reason to examine your little one today,” he says, a slight bounce in his step as he approaches the machine connected to wires and a screen. The machine, somewhat old, has scuff marks on its faded white surface. Suddenly, Dr. Baker leans toward the girls, covering his mouth as if to share a secret. “But regardless, I would’ve made an exception for the heir of Arkadia,” he whispers with a mischievous smile.

Clarke tries her best not to smile at the goofy man. “Isn’t that a little unprofessional?” she asks, her tone light and non-judgmental. Still, she’s her mother’s daughter for pointing something like that out.

Dr. Baker emits a soft chuckle and shrugs. “Maybe a little, but I actually went to school with your mother, a smart but righteous woman, and a truly arrogant surgeon. I had hoped to be placed at Arkadia for my residency with her, but I was sent to Buffalo instead. I then got married, divorced, changed my specialty from orthopedics to OB, and now I’m here,” he says, gesturing towards the room as he finishes setting up the ultrasound. “Anyway, my point is that I know your mother is excellent at bending the rules, and I can only assume she’s done so even at such a highly regarded institution,” Dr. Baker explains with a wave of his hand.

Clarke is momentarily stunned by the admission but can’t help a chuckle. Octavia looks at her as if she's grown another head. “I see she’s always been that way,” Clarke says with a slight nod.

Dr. Baker chuckles again. “Yes, I actually find it amusing that she settled down to begin with, but now that I’ve met you, I can see she made the right choice,” he says, as he continues to set up the machine. “Lay back for me, please,” he instructs as he comes up beside her. Octavia hovers on the other side of the pregnant woman.

Clarke doesn’t comment further but absorbs the information with a hum. A question of whether or not he knew her father lingers on her lips. The blonde zones out for a moment, memories of her late father flooding her mind. Clarke then flinches when the gel hits her stomach. Octavia’s hand wraps tightly around Clarke’s. “Are you ok?” she asks softly.

Clarke lifts her gaze, blue meeting green. “I’m fine,” she says, offering Octavia a smile.

Dr. Baker carefully continues his examination until a tiny heartbeat fills the room. A soft, rhythmic thump—thump, thump—echoes through the air. Clarke’s eyes widen as she quickly looks at the screen. It’s a chaotic collection of blobs, but she can already tell they’re roughly the size of a gummy bear. She pauses her breathing, gazing at the display. It’s undeniable proof of her child—a child she will share with Octavia, Raven, or Lexa. Yet, Octavia’s grip on her hand takes her breath away, and from the corner of her eye, she notices the brunette’s eyes hold a warm, profound, and utterly devastating glint—a love that defies explanation. For a moment, Clarke thinks of Lexa watching Aden, and how Abby looks at her. That intense moment seems to last forever. Her focus sharpens as she stares at the greyscale image, and suddenly she notices an “abnormality”: a second blob, very close to the first but clearly separate. Although the sound is faint, it’s understandable that they can hear it. It’s confirmed when Dr. Baker, with a warm and surprised tone, says, “Oh, look at that, it seems like your little one has turned into two.” That’s when her panic truly begins—her next confession isn’t just about one baby but about twins.

Next Chapter: Chapter Five - The Best Friend & Her Brother’s Sister.