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Lexa kom Trikru, first of her name, Heda, Uniter of the 12 Clans, Commander of the Blood, heir to Bekka Pramheda was not a crier. Like any alpha, she prided herself that she never resorted to showing emotion like that.

She didn’t cry when her wolf cub ran away when she was just a pup herself, or when she twisted her ankle after falling out of a tree one summer. She didn’t cry when she got her first battle wounds nor when she found out the warrior she had always looked up to as a youngun was slain during war. She did cry when she was taken away from her nomon to train as a natblida, but that was only a little bit so it didn’t count. And after that when she was taught that crying was truly unacceptable, she didn’t cry again. Not even when she was forced to kill the friends she had become so close to during training. No, there were no tears. She was the strong young natblida she was supposed to be. 

But here, standing in front of her clan and a bunch of teenagers that fell from the sky, as the processional drums began to play and her mate began to walk down the aisle, Lexa’s eyes threatened to water. They didn’t of course, but it was the thought that counts. 

For her entire life, Lexa had been told that love was weakness, and from her own experience, she found that to be very true. Ever since Costia, she had closed off her mind to the mere idea of love, but her own heart knew better. In the few short weeks she’d known her, Clarke had fully wormed her way into the once guarded heart, and Lexa was beginning to think that she might not need to be strong all the time. Most of the time, yes it was necessary, but if love was weakness, well Lexa had strength to spare and she could afford a few moments of vulnerability. 

Clarke Griffin on the other hand was indeed a crier. And an ugly crier at that. She cried when she was sad. She cried when she was happy. She cried when her stuffed bear lost a button. And when she was four years old she bawled her eyes out when she realized that she couldn’t actually touch the stars.  

When she saw the intricate braids her hair had been twisted up into in preparation for her union with Lexa, her eyes started to water. And as she began her long procession towards her soon to be mate, she couldn’t have held them back if she tried. 

Three weeks ago if you had asked her when she’d be married, she would have given her tried and true spiel about how she would first become a successful surgeon before even thinking about finding a mate. If you’d asked her one week ago, the idea of a union to save her people was just an unavoidable reality. But in the short bit of time she’d known Lexa, the idea of being her mate seemed like an inevitably that had been set into motion far before she landed on Earth.

With watery eyes, Clarke continued her walk, feeling hundreds of people watching her, but she only had eyes for Lexa. She could have sworn she watched the Commander wipe away a tear, but she was too far away to tell for sure. The mere thought of her near mate’s softness had more tears rolling down her smiling cheeks as she marched forward towards her new forever. 

Everything just felt so right. 

The traditional gown she had been given that morning fit like a glove. Soft furs and leather bound together to make a domineering yet gentle silhouette. The train that trailed behind her– watched dutifully by Raven– was the same deep red as the cape that flowed around Lexa’s strong shoulders. The flowers woven into her hair felt like a crown to rival any. 

As if she was walking on clouds, Clarke drew closer and became all consumed with the sight before her. On any given day, Lexa was an imposing figure, but today Clarke could see why she was in charge of 12 clans. Her armor was different than the one she usually wore. Not worn with use, but recently shined, and unmarred by any attacks. Clarke found herself very excited to strip it off of her. Before her dirty thoughts could get the better of her, her eyes trailed higher, taking in the daunting warpaint covering up such soft features. 

She smiled, expecting one in return now that she was close enough, but Lexa’s face was scrunched in worry. Blue green eyes met her own with a deep concern. 

Hastening her steps, Clarke closed the last few feet between them and was welcomed into open arms. Their embrace went undisturbed until Lexa pulled back, taking Clarke’s face into her hands. Her thumb gently brushed against red cheeks.

“Hodness, are you alright? You cry.”

Clarke let out a huff of laughter as she pressed a kiss to Lexa’s wrist. “They’re happy tears, Lex. I’m just so… so…” Losing her train of thought as their gazes locked, Lexa finished for her with a smile. 

“I am too.”

Like always, their brief moment of affection was interrupted as Titus also stepped onto the altar with a bow. Looking up they saw the entirety of their audience down on one knee in deference to their great leader. Lexa straightened as she turned to her people, Clarke’s hand still in hers. 

“Tonight we shall unite with Skaikru. An opportunity to make our great coalition even stronger. Just as I shall accept their leader as my mate, we shall all accept her people as our own. Following the tradition of Bekka Pramheda and all the great Hedas that have come before me I will claim this omega for all the clans to protect.”

Clarke shivered at her commanding voice, and felt heat creep up her neck. When the clans burst out in an uproarious cheer, Lexa looked back at her relieved. Squeezing her hand, she mouthed I love you, before nodding at Titus.

The bald headed man nodded back solemnly before grabbing some kind of stick and swinging at a gong that let out a deep ringing. Clarke startled at the sound, but Lexa was there to provide reassurance. Titus handed off the stick to a young boy wearing similar robes to him, and then turned to raise his hand over the young couple. 

“Before us are two souls, who have been allowed to intertwine by fate. We stand now to guide those souls into a union so that they may become one and the same. One body. One heart. One mind.”

From the crowd, an echoed chant in Trigedasleng filled the air once Titus was done speaking. Again the ringing tolled and Clarke took in a deep breath as Lexa pulled her closer so they could stand palm to palm.

As Titus continued, the ringing carried on slightly quieter. “Like their many ancestors before them Lexa kom Trikru, first of her name, Heda, Uniter of the 12 Clans, Commander of the Blood, heir to Bekka Pramheda… and… Klark Griffin kom Skaikru will be united as one. To lay claim on another is a bond of blood. A bond unbreakable even by death. You will forever carry a part of your mate with you. We stand as witnesses to this claiming to ward off any evil and ensure each heart stays pure.” Turning to Lexa he nodded yet again. “Speak your truth.”

“Klark. Hodness. From this moment on until I breathe my last breath when my fight is over, my heart will beat only for you. I vow to protect and provide for you in every way. I vow to do everything in my power to ensure you feel safe, and loved, and content every single day. I vow to cherish you always and take care of your every need. I vow this to you, our future pups, and all the members of your clan that I now take as my own.

Unaware that she was supposed to say anything at all, Clarke just took in Lexa’s now watering eyes, and said the first thing that came to mind. “Lexa, I vow to love you with all my heart, and make you feel that love. I vow to be your most trusted companion who you can come to with anything. You’ve had my heart long before this ceremony, but I vow that it will be yours forever.”

True to her word, her heart pounded at the way Lexa stared at her. So much so that she could hardly hear a thing. Fortunately Lexa could.

“You may now proceed to complete this union.”

Within a second, Lexa pulled Clarke into her arms and locked their lips together. Stealing her breath away, Lexa released wave after wave of tender, protective pheromones which Clarke couldn’t help but melt into. She cherished the way Lexa’s lips pressed against hers until Lexa pulled back with darkened eyes, and bared her neck. 

“Bite me.”

When Lexa first explained they’d have to share their mating bites in front of their clans, she had been mortified, but now standing here, the whole world scaled down to the two of them, she couldn’t contain herself. 

Lunging forward she sank her teeth into Lexa’s neck, surprised by how easily they went in. She bit down harder, spurred on by Lexa’s groan, until the sweet essence of alpha spilled into her mouth. 

She hadn’t expected to be the first to bite. Normally alphas were the first to claim, never letting an omega take any control. But Lexa did say things were different down here. As she began to get lost in the sensation, she nearly forgot Lexa had to bite her back.

Lexa of course made her desires known. 

Impatient, she finally took control, gently twisting free from Clarke’s jaw, ignoring the whimper that earned from her mate. All it took was one look for the omega to bare her neck in submission, and Lexa wasted no time laying her claim.

Clarke gasped as she felt Lexa’s teeth pierce the skin right above where her shoulder met her neck. She expected it to hurt, but all that she felt was immense pleasure. Where Lexa sucked against her neck was alight with tingling that spread all throughout her body. Her mouth dropped open, letting out a slight moan that Lexa covered up with a possessive growl. No one would hear what was hers.

Completely blissed out, Clarke didn’t know what was happening around her until a booming voice called out behind them.

“With this joining, two souls become one, and upon the conception of their child, born both of the sky and the earth, our clans will be united for all eternity.”

Even though Lexa’s teeth were no longer inside her, Clarke could feel the burn they left. A burn that traveled all the way to her core. Shifting her feet, she tried to ignore the wetness building between her legs. Every single one of her pleasure receptors were abuzz and the only way- only one to satisfy her would be Lexa. Her mind flashed to the tantalizing idea of Lexa thrusting into her again and again as sweat dripped down her strong chest. 

For a brief second of panic, she feared that someone had slipped her a heat tea without her knowing, but when she saw Lexa in a similar predicament her anxiety lessened. From the corner of her eye she watched Lexa’s bloodied neck flex as she kept her jaw tight, clearly struggling to contain herself. It looked like it took everything she had not to ravish her right then and there.

Their moment of tension was cut short by the renewed clanging of metal, and more of Titus’s chanting. It did little to distract Clarke from the throbbing in her cunt, but luckily Lexa was able to be composed enough for the both of them. She nestled Clarke under her arm, settling her against her chest in time for Raven and Anya’s approach. 

The two carried a gorgeous blanket of white furs. It was to be wrapped around the new mates, to solidify their union, to be the first blanket for their wedding bed, a blanket to pass on to their pups. Lexa had asked for the fur of a white wolf, one of the most rare and sacred of all their forest brethren. White meant peace, love, hope, something she hoped to bring to both their clans and their marriage. But Clarke didn’t need to know that. She just needed to appreciate its softness as it wrapped around their shoulders. 

Which she did. 

As Raven and Anya approached, the two alphas shared a handshake, while Clarke and Raven went in for a hug. Raven could feel the agitation rolling off of Clarke, and pulled the blanket tight around her, letting Lexa bring her into her arms once more.

Lexa’s scent felt so right and Clarke couldn’t get enough of it. She just wanted to be completely consumed by it. Titus had started talking once more, but she paid it no mind, much more interested in the way she felt pressed up against her new mate.

“And with this blanket, this ceremony is complete. Now go forth and consummate this union.”

Lexa didn’t need to be told twice. Within an instant she had swept Clarke up into a bridal carry, and stepped off the altar, heading straight for their carriage.

Clarke had intended to say goodbye to everyone, or at least wave it, but as she was held close to Lexa’s chest, nuzzling the mating bite she just made, there was only one thing on her mind.

ooo

From the moment she stepped foot into the carriage, Lexa had a lap full of horny omega. She had heard that the claiming process could act as quite the aphrodisiac, but she’d never seen it first hand. To say she herself was unaffected would be a lie, but she refused to do anything about it until they were in the privacy of her cabin.

“Lexa,” Clarke whined, pressing against the very apparent bulge in her alpha’s lap. “I need you now .”

“I know hodness, but just wait a little longer, it’s not too far.” Although her voice was strained, Lexa kept her hands firmly on Clarke’s waist, not daring to move anywhere else.

Clarke acquiesced with a dramatic sigh, dropping back into Lexa’s lap with no apparent ulterior motive. “Fine. I need to see you though.”

“Can’t you already? I’m right here?”

“No, without your warpaint. You look much prettier without it.”

Lexa was grateful she still had it on to cover the way her cheeks tinged pink. “Alright I suppose.”

With a satisfied smile, Clarke looked around for some kind of cloth. Finding nothing satisfactory she opted to rip off a small piece of Lexa’s sleeve to use instead. If Lexa minded she didn’t say anything. 

Though the act of wiping off your partner’s face was innocent enough, in their carriage, already saturated with pheromones, the feel of Clarke’s fingers against her face was slowly driving Lexa mad. The omega worked diligently, being careful not to poke her eyes, but rather than keep them closed to make things easier, Lexa couldn’t stop staring at her new mate.

Before it was fully wiped off, Lexa couldn’t take it anymore. Catching Clarke’s hand the next time it went in, she pulled it to her chest, bringing Clarke’s face closer with it. For a moment they just stared at each other with love struck eyes. Then Clarke closed the distance between them. Meeting with vigor they became so consumed with each other they didn’t even notice the carriage had stopped until a sharp knock rapped against the door. 

“Heda, we have arrived.”

Reluctantly leaning back, Clarke licked away the saliva that still connected their lips. “All mine for a whole week right?”

“Always yours,” Lexa said earnestly, chasing Clarke’s lips as she backed away.

Joining together for one final kiss, Lexa nipped at Clarke’s lip drawing out a moan. Spurred on by the sound and the way Clarke’s hips had begun rocking against her again, Lexa slid her hands down her thighs to get a better hold and stood up. Clarke immediately locked her heels around Lexa’s back, clearly having no plans of ever letting go– not that Lexa would mind. 

Lexa’s footing was unstable when she finally managed to step out of the carriage, causing them to fumble until she caught the wall of the cabin with a hand. She prevented them from falling over but their momentum had Clarke crashing into the door. Lexa quickly pulled back, worry painting her face, but Clarke’s eyes only darkened as she grabbed the back of Lexa’s neck and kissed her once more. The sharp pain only further heightening her desire. 

Blindly feeling for the handle of the door, Lexa knees nearly buckled when Clarke’s hand shot down to tug at the strings tying her pants together. She let out a very un-alpha like whine when she finally managed to open the door just as Clarke gave up on untying them and stuck her hands down her pants to grope at her hard length. 

In that moment there was nothing Lexa wanted more than to throw Clarke down, tear off her clothes, and absolutely ravish her. So she did.

Less than gently depositing Clarke on the bed, she took only one moment to pull off her own cloak before diving after her. Clarke hardly had any time to let out a gasp before Lexa was on top of her once again, lips hungrily trailing over her neck. Her teeth traced over her claim, softly biting down with a smirk when she elicited a guttural moan. 

Her hands trailed from wide hips up to a generous chest, pawing at everything she could until the fact that Clarke was still wearing clothes became too frustrating. With a practiced ease she unfastened her train and cloak, peeling them away until all that was left was her dress. Lexa silently cursed the intricate lacing that would likely take a minute to undo, until her animalistic desires took over. Grasping the offending garment with both hands, she summoned her strength and ripped it right down the middle, leaving Clarke a gasping mess. 

As if she wasn’t hot and bothered before, suddenly being laid completely bare in front of her new mate ignited something inside Clarke she wasn’t even aware of herself. All she knew was that if Lexa didn’t do something about it in the next five seconds she might actually explode.

Not one to ever deny her anything, all it took was one glance at Clarke’s lustful expression for Lexa to take action. Going in for a kiss, she shoved the tattered dress off Clarke completely and wasted no time in attacking every inch of her now uncovered skin. Leaving Clarke breathless she moved down to her chest, pressing open mouthed kisses with the clear intention of leaving her mark. Lexa moaned when a hand threaded into her hair, pulling her closer. Demanding more .

Lexa could feel how much Clarke needed her and there was nothing she wanted more than to give her anything– everything to make her feel better. To feel how badly she needed her back.

Sucking a nipple into her mouth, her hands fell to where Clarke needed her the most. She groaned at the wetness she found between her thighs, growing even harder as her fingers became coated with slick. She released her nipple with a pop, and ignoring Clarke’s whine, she left a trail of kisses down her stomach to settle in between her legs and stare at her glistening folds. 

She just had to have a taste. 

Greedily diving in, Lexa licked a stripe up to her clit, causing them to moan in unison. She had never tasted something so divine, and just one graze already had her addicted. 

Clarke’s moans were music to her ears as she set to work, tongue laving against her before dipping into her cunt. Lexa traced a determined pattern around her clit, whispering past it but never touching it directly.  She couldn’t hold back a grin at the needy whine Clarke let out at her teasing. 

“Lexaaaaaa.”

“What do you need princess?” She asked, stopping her ministrations, only making Clarke whine more.

Clarke could only stare at the heavenly vision before her– her wetness smeared all over Lexa’s lips and chin. “I- I need-” Lexa lazily dragged her fingers through her slick, dipping in enough to steal Clarke’s breath away but not enough to give her what she actually wanted. “Please I need to- I need to-”

“You need me to make you come?”

Clarke nodded as she panted, her face flushed. She locked eyes with Lexa who looked all too proud of herself, before going back in, causing her to squeak.

Lexa wasted no time latching her lips around her clit, sucking hard. She felt Clarke tremble in her hold, trying to pull away from the intense feeling, but Lexa just gripped her hips harder, pressing her against the furs. 

Alternating between sucking and broad licks, Lexa hummed, ego thoroughly stroked when Clarke’s thighs clamped around her head. Clarke squirmed around the furs when Lexa’s tongue pushed inside her, clenching down on what she needed so badly. 

Lexa knew she was close. 

“Come for me baby,” she purred into her pussy.

Clarke’s breath stuttered with every flick off Lexa’s tongue against her clit and all too soon her back was arching off the bed, body tensing as she came. She gasped and cried out, her grip becoming almost painful on Lexa’s hair, as her alpha’s name became a chant falling from her lips. Lexa happily lapped away at her release, hands gently caressing Clarke’s own to help her through it. 

She pressed kisses all over her inner thighs, feeling them twitch with aftershocks until Clarke pushed her away, growing a little too sensitive.   

Feeling hot herself, Lexa sat back on her knees, and began to strip off her clothes. She struggled a bit with her armor, knowing she couldn’t just rip it off like she had with Clarke’s. All the while Clarke just laid boneless, eyes trailing over the newly exposed skin as Lexa shed everything but her briefs, throwing it all to the floor haphazardly.  

After giving her a minute to catch her breath, Lexa climbed back over her. Her lips found Clarke’s once more and even though the blonde couldn’t quite keep up, Lexa didn’t stop. She dominated the kiss as their chests rubbed together. Pressing her weight into her, she ground down her hips, cherishing the way Clarke gasped as her clothed cock brushed against her dripping cunt. 

Moving to kiss her neck, she brought her fingers between them, pressing them against Clarke’s clit to feel her hips jump. 

Lexa’s cock was hot against her thigh, and although she was frightened by its sheer size, Clarke was desperate to be filled. “Are you gonna- Aren’t you gonna put it in now?”

Lexa growled possessively. “You’re not ready for me yet.”

“Wh-”

Slipping two fingers into the inviting heat, Lexa held back a moan at the way they were practically pulled in by slick velvety muscle. “Gotta make sure you can take me.” Even though her cock throbbed against her confining shorts, Lexa pushed away her selfish thoughts, giving her full attention to unraveling her mate (more so than she already was). 

Lexa gave her a moment to adjust to her fingers before scissoring them, stretching her slightly.  She quickly pulled Clarke’s clit into her mouth once more, sucking gently as she began to move her fingers. Clarke’s mouth fell open as Lexa curled her fingers at just the right spot, shooting pleasure throughout her entire body. 

“Oh fuck! Lexa I-”

And then she did it again. 

And again as she circled her clit with her tongue. 

And again and again, thrusts growing harder until Clarke was inches from falling apart completely. 

Clarke writhed, moaning as Lexa relentlessly sucked and licked at her cunt, leaving her helpless to do anything but rock her hips and let out a string of whimpers that fell on deaf ears. When she slipped a third finger in, Clarke whined at the stretch, but her hips didn’t stop rocking back into her. She could feel the coil building in her lower stomach yet again, completely at Lexa’s mercy. But she wouldn’t have it any other way.

It was as if Lexa knew her better than she knew herself, and she was taking full advantage of it. Pushing her closer and closer to the edge she worked her fingers deeper trying to prepare her for what was to come. 

“God you’re- FUCK! M-more!”

Lexa brought her free hand to pull at Clarke’s nipple, lips and fingers still working away, and nearly instantly Clarke made even more of a mess as she came with a shout. But rather than ease up, Lexa continued to pump her fingers, drawing out the orgasm and Clarke’s cries as the blonde helplessly humped the face between her legs. Lexa couldn’t get enough of feeling her walls rhythmically spasming around her fingers, and she moaned, imagining how it would feel clamping around her cock. 

She wanted to sit and watch Clarke come forever. Her face extorting in ecstasy an image that would forever be burned into her brain. Eventually it was her own neediness that had her pulling away. While Clarke lay gasping, she shoved down her shorts and wrapped her hand around her impossibly hard cock. The sight before her– Clarke splayed on the furs looking completely fucked out, flushed chest heaving, dripping for her– might have been enough to make her come on the spot. But her aching desire to feel her omega wrapped around her fortunately prevented that despite how worked up she was.

As Clarke continued to pant, Lexa slowly stroked herself. “ Fuck, you’re so beautiful.” 

Clarke’s eyes snapped to hers, scrunched up in adorable confusion as if she hadn’t understood a word, and Lexa realized she had slipped back to her native tongue. With a shy grin, Lexa leaned forward yet again, and trailed kisses up her torso until she was hovering right over her final target. Placing a chaste kiss to her lips, Lexa pulled back, gaze full of adoration. “I was just admiring how beautiful you are. And thinking about how lucky I am to call you mine.”

One might not have thought it possible for Clarke’s flushed face to turn any redder, but somehow her blush only grew at Lexa’s praise– and the way her cock brushed against her lower stomach. She had yet to get a good look at it, and when her eyes trailed down they widened comically. The only penises she had seen were in textbooks and anatomy lessons which did nothing to prepare her for the monster before her. 

Lexa followed her eye line and abruptly sat back when she saw the object of her worried stare. She straddled Clarke’s legs without touching her, kicking herself for making her new mate uncomfortable. 

“I’m sorry, I should have-”

Finally finding her voice, Clarke reached out a hesitant hand. “Wait no- can I touch it?”

“Of course.” Lexa let out a relieved sigh, grateful that she hadn’t ruined things. 

She sucked in a breath when Clarke’s fingers brushed against the tip, clearly intrigued by the precum leaking out of it. She shivered when her hand wrapped around it, smearing the wetness as she began to move downward. 

Clarke watched intently as Lexa twitched in the palm of her hand when she began to move. But her wonder quickly turned back to fear when she reached further down and her fingers could no longer touch around the thick girth. There was just no way it could possibly fit. 

Before she could panic, Lexa’s hand came to rest on top of hers, helping to guide her down until they reached the base. She looked up, eyes betraying her distress, only to calm slightly at the tenderness in Lexa’s gaze.

“We can go slow, and if it becomes too much, tell me and we can stop. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do.”

Licking her lips, Clarke nodded slowly. “I- I want it.”

“Okay then.”

Clarke wasn’t sure what she had been expecting to happen next, but Lexa leaning forward to kiss her gently was not it. She allowed herself to get lost in the feeling of their lips moving against each other, Lexa’s hands ghosting over her chest as she helped her lie back. 

She could feel how hard Lexa was, but her alpha appeared to be in no rush as she continued to worship every inch of her body. If anything she was moving too slow. So ever the patient omega she was, she reached down to firmly grasp her cock. Swallowing the resulting gasp from Lexa, she pulled back from their kiss with siren eyes. 

“Put it in.”

Lexa’s head bobbed quickly as she moved to obey the command. Replacing Clarke’s hand with her own, she angled her cock at her folds, rubbing the underside against it to thoroughly coat it with her juices. Clarke bit back a moan when the tip bumped against her clit. All her worries seemingly gone, she needed to feel it inside her right now.

“Lexa if you don’t-”

Before she could finish her threat, the air was forced out of her lungs as Lexa gently pushed her tip in. Holding herself up with her hands by Clarke’s head, Lexa watched her mouth drop open in what she couldn’t tell was pain or pleasure. Eitherway, Clarke’s eyes were scrunched shut while Lexa resisted the urge to buck into the incredibly tight and wet heat. 

She experimentally pushed forward another inch, biting her lip when Clarke clamped down around her. “Hodness? Are you doing alright?”

Clarke could only let out a broken gasp as she nodded. 

Still unsure, Lexa moved forward a little more, giving her a minute to adjust when her face scrunched up again in what she was sure was discomfort. Clarke was beyond words as she felt more full than she ever had before. But the burn of being stretched farther than she’d ever imagined before made her omega howl in pleasure. She wanted more. She needed more.

Hearing Clarke’s desperate, almost unintelligible whimpers for more, Lexa pushed in even further– fighting back her own whimper at how good she felt gripping her cock like this.

“You’re taking me so well,” she grunted, Clarke becoming impossibly tighter around her. “So good for me.” She peppered kisses all along her face, dipping down to her neck and chest, earning a needy whine.

Moving slowly, she kept a steady pace as she slipped the last few inches in, letting out a content sigh when their hips met. Clarke was breathing heavily now, eyebrow furrowed with her eyes still shut. Nosing against her scent glands, Lexa gently rubbed up and down the thighs which were now locked around her waist. “Hodness? Can I see those pretty eyes of yours?”

Clarke’s eyes snapped open, letting Lexa see the unshed tears threatening to fall. “Is it too much?” she asked worriedly.

Clarke just shook her head. “Y-you can move now.” 

And so she did.

Rolling her hips, she ground down against her omega, catching her lips in a hungry kiss. She continued to grind their hips together, wanting to cherish the feeling of the vice grip Clarke had her wrapped up in. But as her hips picked up a little more speed, she pulled out only to dive back into the slick warmth with a moan.

“So joken tight.”

When Clarke desperately rocked her hips, begging for more, Lexa tightened her grip and began to hammer into her. The wail that followed was music to her ears. 

Too lost in pleasure to be capable of forming complete thoughts, all Clarke could do was choke out Lexa’s name like it was the only word she knew. Lexa in turn only thrust her hips harder, faster, deeper , until she was too breathless to say anything at all.  

The sounds coming from Clarke’s wet heat were driving her mad. She groaned with every thrust, chasing the gasps and moans Clarke was letting out. 

“ Jok . You look so pretty spread out for me.” 

Lexa’s gaze never left Clarke’s face to ensure she wasn’t moving too fast. She watched ardently, taking in every whimper that fell from Clarke’s lips, each flutter of her eyelashes as her eyes fought to stay open, and the way her nose scrunched when her mouth dropped open in pure bliss. She grinned in delight at the guttural moan Clarke released when she hit her sensitive spot just right. 

As Clarke’s eyes rolled back, Lexa leaned down to kiss her sloppily, hips never stopping their relentless pace. Clarke grabbed onto Lexa in an attempt to ground herself, one hand gripping at her hair while the other dug into Lexa’s back– only further spurring her on. Lexa disconnected their lips to start trailing kisses along her neck, only heightening the omega’s near overwhelming pleasure.

Clarke’s moans came out as sobs, being stretched around such a thick cock was almost too much. Even with her alpha’s efforts to be gentle she felt like she was breaking with each thrust. Yet she cherished every moment. She was falling apart, but Lexa was there to catch her– her strong arms and inviting scent engulfing her in the best way. The feeling of being so completely split open by her mate, was one she was sure she could never get enough of. 

Lexa was huffing now, her hips stuttering as Clarke bucked against her. Stars forming in the corners of her eyes, Clarke whined at the spark that crawled up her spine, setting her very core afire when Lexa’s fingers wedged between them to rub circles at her clit. 

Lexa’s teeth pressed against her claim causing Clarke’s hips to jerk involuntarily. “Come with me,” she grunted, nearly falling over the edge herself. 

The growing knot that Clarke had become all too familiar with in such a short time was swelling more than ever. Her body tensed and just as she braced herself for that sweet release, Lexa’s lips crashed into hers yet again, swallowing her scream. Clarke’s hands ruined the furs while her pussy did the same– squirting all over Lexa and the furs beneath them. 

As Clarke’s velvety walls contracted around her, Lexa let out a moan of her own, hips slamming forward one last time before she came, unleashing thick spurts of cum, filling her up. Clarke shivered at the feeling of it splashing against her when she finally came down from her high. She was amazed by how long it went on for, Lexa’s hips jerking adorably while she had her face buried in her shoulder.

Lexa lay slumped against her front, their heaving chests moving in tandem for a few minutes until she tried to push off of her. But Clarke was having none of that.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

Weaving a hand through the hair at the nape she pulled her back down, burying her face against her chest this time. Lexa flushed a bright red making Clarke roll her eyes– as if she hadn’t just had them in her mouth a short while ago.

“Forgive me hodness,” she said, softly kissing her breast. “I thought I might have been too heavy.”

Clarke scoffed, letting her eyes fall shut in exhaustion, “Just shut up and cuddle me.”

Ever obediently, Lexa wrapped her arms around her and rolled them onto their sides. Noses touching, Lexa nudged Clarke gently causing one eye to open. 

“Was that… okay?

With a deep sigh, the corners of Clarke’s mouth turned up. “I can definitely say you’re the best fuck I’ve ever had.  

Smiling as she brushed the hair out of her face, Lexa placed a kiss on her forehead. 

“I love you.”

“I love you more,” Clarke mumbled back, making herself comfortable against Lexa’s neck.

Lexa beamed. “Not possible.

OoOoOoO

Meanwhile, back at camp, Raven’s eyes scanned the crowd for what felt like the hundredth time that night. She had started looking for Octavia right after the ceremony ended, but was yet to see the alpha since the happy couple skipped their goodbyes. Around her, grounders and delinquents finally managed to break the ice with copious amounts of food, alcohol, and music, but Raven found herself having to force a smile whenever she bumped into someone she knew. 

She’d been making rounds with Harper and Monty earlier, and met quite a few new grounder leaders who came to witness the union, but if she was being honest she couldn’t remember half their names. Whenever someone new would pop up, their long winded introduction was eventually tuned out as she peered over their shoulder, still searching for a certain someone. 

And now, after what very well could have been hours, Raven was beyond discouraged. No longer able to keep up her facade, her smile slipped to be replaced by a slight frown as her brow scrunched up in worry. She barely processed what was going on around her. Eyes tired in their pursuit, she tried to focus more on her draw to a familiar scent, but with so many new people and smells surrounding her, that proved impossible. 

As she looked to her left with a desperate glance following what at first looked like the hair of the girl she was looking for, a solid body smacked into her shoulder, nearly knocking her down. Immediately a hand came up to steady her.

“My apolo- Raven!”  

Spinning around, Raven came face to face with a grinning Anya. She was clearly drunk, even without her unusually bubbly greeting giving her away. Plastering back on her smile, Raven looked behind the glassy eyed alpha to find her mate fondly shaking her head. “Hey Anya, Luna. How’s it going?” 

Anya’s overly loud “great!” was followed up by a chuckle from Luna. “Someone decided they should become the bar’s personal quality tester.”

Raven’s smile became a little more genuine as she watched Luna reach out to hold Anya’s hand. “She must be good at her job.”

“Damn right,” Anya mumbled cheerily. 

“What about you? Are you having a nice time?” 

That would be one way to put it. Slightly taken aback as she was unsure how to answer, Raven paused. “Well the… ceremony was very nice.” 

“Mmm but not now?” Anya frowned for a moment before her face lit back up. “I could help with that! Do you want a drink?”

“Oh no I’m good,” Raven answered quickly, turning down the drink Anya tried to shove into her hands. “I don’t think I’ll be drinking anything for a little while.”

Luna smirked. “Taking a break after last night?” 

“Yeah basically.” Letting out an uneasy laugh, Raven ran a hand through her hair. “And speaking of last night… We didn’t um- do anything did we?”

“No.” 

“We didn’t?” Luna shook her head with a comforting smile. “Oh thank god. Not that you two aren’t crazy hot I just-”

“Raven, we would never. You were beyond drunk. We took you back to meet Kova as promised, then you wouldn’t stop gushing about Octavia, ripped your pants off, and passed out. Nothing else happened.”

Cheeks turning redder than her jacket, Raven gave a sigh of relief. “I’m so sorry if I lead you two on. You’re both great, but I don’t think I’m into you like that.”

“Obviously we’re not thrilled about it,” Luna said playfully, trying to make it as clear as possible that there were no hard feelings. “But it’s our own fault as well. They say not to go after an unavailable omega, and anyone with eyes can see your heart’s already been claimed by another.” 

“What are you talking about?”

Luna raised an eyebrow. “Don’t tell me you haven’t admitted it to yourself yet.” 

“Admitted what?”

“And I thought you were the smart one.” Raven turned to the amused voice of Anya with a desperate frown. “But maybe that’s only when it comes to your tek.”

“You’re not helping hodness,” Luna chided, pulling Anya into her lap. 

“Can one of you please explain what you’re trying to get at.”

Luna found Raven’s utter confusion endearing, but couldn’t bring herself to put her out of her misery. It wasn’t her place. “I’m afraid that’s something you’ll have to figure out on your own.”

“But I don’t even know what you’re talking about.” Desperation creeping in her voice, Raven found her heart racing. Deep down somewhere her inner wolf knew exactly what they were getting at, but the rational side of her brain was trying to keep it tucked away. Dealing with it would surely only lead to pain.

With a sigh, Luna took a moment to think, but Anya beat her to the chase. “During this whole conversation you’ve spent more time looking around us than at us. And I don’t think it would take a genius to guess what, or should I say who you’re looking for.”

Raven froze. 

For a moment her mouth moved wordlessly, looking for a retort. But her eyes widened comically as realization struck. “ Fuck . I think I like her.”

Anya snorted. “You think?”

ooo

Octavia hadn’t stopped scowling since she’d seen Anya that morning. Overwhelmed by a lovely mix of sadness and unbridled rage, she’d been holed up at the bar since the ceremony ended. It was pure torture to be forced to watch Raven stand up near Clarke with the biggest smile. As if she hadn’t just ripped out Octavia’s heart and stomped all over it.

She’d started drinking to forget all her problems, but now that she was drunk they’d only amplified tenfold. Drinking was supposed to make you feel good. Make it harder to think and easier to forget. Forget the sheer betrayal. Forget honey brown eyes and that sweet sweet aroma of jasmine that always made her feel at home.

No.

Growling, she took a gulp of her drink. She tried to shake away the lingering fondness she felt, the agony it brought with it, only for it to be replaced with a new bout of anger.

The rage coursing through her veins was a flimsy veil, doing very little to hide the real hurt that was bubbling up in her chest. The pain she still felt now, watching Raven from afar as she talked to Luna and Anya because of course she would. They were practically already mated.

If Raven clearly wasn’t interested and wanted to fuck other people… well two could play at that game. 

Two could try at least. 

She’d never admit it, but ever since Raven fell out of the sky, Octavia only had eyes for her. But if she couldn’t hide from her sorrows in the arms of another, maybe she could drown them out with the same thing that turned Raven away from her.

So she reached for her drink. She grimaced at the bitter taste, but continued to swallow it down until the sting at the back of her throat made her feel something other than complete and utter despair. Of course that went away in seconds and the hurt in the pit of her stomach crept right back in. 

Helpless in the way that the only person she felt she could talk to was also the last person she wanted to see, Octavia didn’t know what else to do to drive away this feeling and so she grabbed another drink. 

And another. Then another. 

When her head was finally spinning enough that she definitely wasn’t thinking about long brown hair and a charming smile that could light up the entire universe, she downed one more for good measure. 

Slamming her cup down on the makeshift bar she signaled for another, only to notice a blonde beta had sidled up next to her. 

“Somebody’s thirsty,” she said with a smirk, grabbing the drink before Octavia could.

Further irritated that her drink had been stolen, Octavia’s scowl deepened. “What’s it to you? And don’t take my shit.”

The beta just took a long swig before handing the drink back, making a show of licking her lips. “Your little omega girlfriend is looking for you.”

Octavia stiffened. “I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“Hmm,” the blonde beta hummed with a renewed interest. “Well that’s good to know. But Raven has been asking around for you.”

“Why should I care?”

“I don’t know, she seems to be hanging around you a lot. I kinda thought you guys were a thing.”

“Well we’re not,” Octavia spat. “I don’t want anything to do with her.”

“Noted,” the beta purred, watching Octavia’s throat intently as she chugged the rest of her drink.

Feeling eyes on her, Octavia turned her drunken gaze back on the blonde. Brow scrunching up in confusion, she let out a burp. “Did you need something else?”

“No, not right now.“ Octavia swallowed heavily when a hand began trailing up her arm to rest on her bicep. “Just come find me if you want to dance later.”

ooo

Raven’s entire face lit up when Harper so kindly interrupted her to deliver the message that she’d spotted Octavia by the bar. Quickly letting out goodbyes to Anya and Luna, she was out of her seat in an instant, making a beeline through the crowd. 

She hadn’t pegged Octavia as a big drinker, yet nonetheless when she got closer she saw a familiar figure sitting on a tree stump. Her excitement only grew until she caught a whiff of something wrong in the usually comforting scent. Undeterred, she slowed for only a moment before she was by Octavia’s side and throwing an arm around her shoulders. 

“There you are, I’ve been looking all over for you!”

Octavia couldn’t help but physically recoil at the entirely too excited voice. Raven was surprised by the harsh way she was nearly thrown off, but chalked it up to Octavia just being startled. 

Then she spoke. “What do you want?”

Raven had never heard Octavia sound so annoyed, or so cold , but she forced herself to look past it and continue. “Um… Well- I mean nothing in particular. I just hadn’t seen you all day and I’ve missed you. We could dance if you want? Or just talk?”

She wasn’t expecting to be met with an eye roll. 

“Don’t you have other people you can go talk to?”

Trying not to seem hurt at the clear dismissal, Raven’s smile only faltered slightly. “I’d rather talk to you.” 

“Sure you would.” Octavia scoffed.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Why don’t you go ask Anya and Luna?”

“Why would they know anything?” Raven was legitimately at a loss. “What’s up with you today?” 

Ignoring her, Octavia sniffed and downed the rest of her drink. She messily wiped her mouth with her sleeve before reaching for another which she proceeded to chug. Raven watched on silently until the brunette reached for yet another drink. 

“Okaaay, I think you’ve had enough of that, you should slow down,” she cut in, intercepting the cup before Octavia could bring it to her lips. 

Octavia let out a growl. 

An actual growl. 

Raven froze instinctively, giving Octavia the opportunity to snatch it back out of her hand. Eyes wide, she couldn’t believe Octavia growled at her. The perfect way to say “don’t test me omega” with not so many words. Part of her wanted to run, but the friend in her saw someone she cared about clearly struggling and knew she couldn’t leave.

Pushing down the hurt at being treated the way she always feared she would be by an alpha, she tried to meet Octavia’s gaze. “Alright seriously, what’s wrong? Did something happen?”

Octavia ignored her and only continued to drink. 

“Was it the wedding?”

Nothing.

“Did someone say something? 

Octavia took another sip of her drink.

“Did someone do something to you?”

Still met with no response, Raven gently reached out to rest her hand on Octavia's arm. “Was it something I did?”

“Why are you asking me so many questions!?” Octavia groaned, pulling her arm away to rub at her temples.  “Contrary to what you and everyone else down here might think, the world doesn’t actually revolve around you. You aren’t the center of the universe, and I’m allowed to have a life that doesn’t involve you!”

“I never said you weren’t allowed-”

“I don’t need your permission !” Octavia snapped with such venom that Raven couldn’t help but take a step back to increase the distance between them.

“I-”

“ God you’re so clingy! You’re too much! It’s fucking pathetic.” Raven was too stunned to speak. She could feel her heart breaking, but Octavia only continued to spit fire. “Why do you always have to be around me? Can’t you just leave me the fuck alone so I can finally fucking breathe!” 

Even in her drunken state her inner alpha couldn’t help but be completely intoxicated by Raven’s scent. 

Raven flinched back, alarmed by the sudden outburst of anger and wanting to put some space between them. “You- you don’t mean that.” she said, unsure if she was trying to convince herself or the belligerent alpha in front of her. 

The girl who stared back at her was almost unrecognizable, and the next words that came out of her mouth made her completely positive she was speaking to an entirely different person, not the Octavia she knew.

“Maybe I do, Raven! Maybe I’m tired of you marching around just expecting me to follow along and do whatever you want. So why don’t you go find some other alpha to throw yourself at? We all know that’s the only thing you’re good at.”

Raven blinked back the tears that were threatening to fall. “Are you normally this mean when you’re drunk?”   

“I don’t know,” Octavia snarled, standing up unsteadily and nearly falling into Raven. “Don’t stick around to find out.” 

Wincing at the strong smell of alcohol on her breath, Raven took another step away. “I wasn’t planning on it.”

Without a second glance, Raven took off. She didn’t know where she was going, only that she needed to be as far from Octavia as physically possible. The tears she had been trying to fight off were now rolling down her cheeks freely as she ran away.

She didn’t make it far. Only managing to run a short ways into the woods before she collapsed against a tree and buried her head in her arms. Her chest heaved, wracked with sobs she couldn’t hold back as her heart squeezed so painfully tight she thought she’d never breathe right again.

Around her the music and merriment carried on but did little to drown out the thoughts spiraling in her mind. She had told herself things would be different this time. That it was okay to let an alpha in. But clearly she was wrong. Alphas always hurt you when you no longer suit them. And in this case, Octavia had confirmed some of her worst thoughts about herself in the process. 

Curling her arms around her knees, she tried to provide herself some form of comfort. But the thought that she didn’t even deserve any gnawed at the back of her head. Octavia was right. She was too much. She willed the earth to break open beneath her and swallow her into a dark abyss, but when that didn’t happen she settled for crying her eyes out.

When she finally looked up, her cruel brain somehow managed to zero in on Octavia in an instant. Even though it hurt to watch, she couldn’t bring herself to look away. And she saw it all. 

She saw how eagerly Octavia downed the shots Monty supplied and how quickly they went to her head. She saw how the cold eyes that glared at her earlier regained their warmth to match the wide grin plastered on her face. She watched her laugh and actually enjoy herself now that she was finally able to breathe without her own clingy presence.

Then she watched on, the pain of a knife digging deeper into her chest, as Bellamy swaggered on over accompanied by two betas. One clinging to his arm, and the other not afraid to ogle his sister. She saw how Octavia’s eyes trailed approvingly up and down the beta’s form before settling on her chest. She saw how said beta didn’t hesitate to throw herself at Octavia and how Octavia clearly liked the attention.

She watched them slowly drift out to the dance floor where they proceeded to move effortlessly in sync. She watched how Octavia licked her lips before moving in and pulling the girl closer by the hips as they proceeded to grind against each other. She watched on in horror as the beta slut threaded her fingers through hair that always looked so perfect and moved to press their lips together. It hurt, yet she couldn’t look away as Octavia melted into the kiss and even deepened it.  

The tears she thought she was done with now pricked at the corners of her eyes once more, but this time she didn’t have the energy to hold them back. Vision blurred, she hung her head, and wiped furiously at her eyes, grateful for the brief reprieve from the waking nightmare she was witnessing. She stayed curled in on herself, eyes squinted shut, trying to forget, as she let out a haggard breath. She was almost glad for the lump in her throat; it made breathing painful, but at least it was stopping her sobs from bubbling out like she knew they wanted to.   

Unfortunately, she was helpless to stop the whimper that erupted when she made the mistake of looking up once more, and finally, heart shattering, she watched them walk away into the night, hand in hand, the beta leading an all too eager to follow Octavia.

Raven wasn’t quite sure why that made her heart hurt so violently. Octavia wasn’t her alpha… even if she might have wanted her to be. But after this she knew she was right to never trust an alpha, no matter how nice they seemed at first.

It wasn’t until she started walking that Raven realized she didn’t have a tent to go home to. Normally she would have stayed with Octavia, but that was the last thing she planned on doing tonight. She could have tried to see if Clarke’s tent was open, but ever since Clarke started spending her nights with Lexa it was quickly co-opted by delinquents who weren’t lucky enough to get a tent the first night down. That left the dropship. 

With a sigh, she started her heavy footed march toward the looming hunk of metal. The sounds of celebration lessened the closer she got, but of course peace and quiet wasn’t an option for Raven. Just as she crossed through the makeshift gate, the retches of someone throwing up broke through the near silence. 

Ignoring it, she continued on her way until the poor person came into view. 

Two emotions bubbled up when Raven saw a miserable Octavia hunched over, hurling her guts out while the beta bitch held her hair back. She chose the latter. Serves her right. 

She thought she could confidently strut by, completely unbothered, but for some cruel reason Raven’s heart tugged as she passed and Octavia let out a grumbly moan. Fighting against her inner wolf that demanded she turn back immediately to be at her side, Raven just kept walking until a voice called out.

“Raven?”

Eyebrows scrunching up in confusion, she whirled around. “Uh… Yeah?”

“Oh thank god.” The beta cheered at simply getting her attention. “Can you like… deal with her?” she asked, gesturing down to the pitiful heap of alpha by her feet. “She said your name when you walked by so I’m guessing she wants you?”

Wants you. Yeah right.

Not realizing that she was just staring, Raven was brought back to the moment when the beta let out an exaggerated, “Sooooo can you help her?.”

“Uh, I,” Raven paused, conflicted. She could easily say no and continue on her way, but when glossy green eyes looked up at her, something inside her screamed at the mere thought of leaving her. Octavia may have hurt her, but in that moment she couldn’t bring herself to do the same. “Yeah, I can help her.” She decided to ignore the fact that Octavia knew she was near without even having to look up. 

“Great!” The girl looked visibly relieved when Raven reluctantly walked back towards her. “Think you can take her back to her tent by yourself?”

“I guess I can.”

“Ugh, thank you so much,” she said entirely too eagerly. The instant Raven was close enough to touch, she was letting go of Octavia, leaving her to fall over until Raven darted forward to save her.

She shot her a glare, but the beta was already looking back at the party, probably searching for her next victim. Raven could practically see the way her eyes locked in on one of the grounders that she must have decided she would be spending the night with.

Turning back around she clapped her hands. “Okay so you’re sure you got her?” Raven only nodded in response. “Good. She’s hot and all, but I’m trying to get fucked tonight not be a babysitter. You know what I mean?” 

“Oh totally,” Raven chimed in, not even trying to hide the sarcasm in her voice.

“Okay great, how do I look?” 

Raven had to actually refrain herself from rolling her eyes as the girl did a little spin. “ Super hot.” 

“Ugh thanks girl! Good luck with her!” 

And with that she was gone, leaving Raven alone with a drunk off her ass alpha who was only still upright because she was propped up against Raven’s legs. 

With a sigh she kneeled down, making sure not to move Octavia too much, and took her face in her hands. “O, can you hear me?”

Green eyes lazily came into focus. “Raven?”

“Yeah it’s me.”

“I don’t feel good.” 

“No shit Sherlock, that’s what happens when you drink an entire barrel of alcohol.” 

Octavia opened her mouth to say something else, but when her eyes widened Raven spun her back around just in time for her to empty what was left in her stomach onto the bushes.

Raven sighed. “What are we gonna do with you?”

ooo

After three attempts at getting Octavia to stand, Raven was finally successful in getting her upright. As she practically carried her back to the tent, she couldn’t help but notice how content Octavia seemed to be in her arms. A pleasing scent of warm cinnamon wrapped around her as she finally opened the tent’s flaps and unceremoniously dropped her on the ground. 

Octavia only let out a weak whine in protest before rolling over to cuddle into the sleeping bags strewn about the floor. Raven turned for one second to zip the tent back up, only to turn back in alarm when she heard Octavia’s pained grunts.

“Woah woah, what are you doing?”

“I‘m hot,” Octavia mumbled, words muffled by the shirt around her face. “Want it off.” She was flailing around, arms locked above her head as she tried to pry her shirt off, only succeeding in getting herself further tangled up. 

“Just- gimme a second and I’ll help you.” 

“HEEEEELLLPPPP!”

Unable to see, Octavia decided she must have been under attack and proceeded to struggle even more, fighting off her linen assailant. Raven dodged a wildly swinging elbow and grabbed a hold of the shirt’s collar at the back of her neck. Pulling at it with one hand while the other tried to hold Octavia still proved to be more difficult than she expected, but eventually she managed to pin Octavia on her back and pull the shirt off.

When Octavia’s head was finally free she looked up with a goofy smile that Raven matched with an unimpressed frown. Octavia was highly aware of the way Raven was straddling her, and reached to pull her in for a cuddle, but Raven was too fast. Already rolling off her and onto her feet, she didn’t even look back as she said, “Alright take off your shoes and go to bed.”

Now Octavia frowned too. She didn’t know why Raven was being so grumpy. She liked her much better when she smiled. Taking off her shoes seemed like too much effort, but if she had to do it to go to bed, and if going to bed meant cuddling with Raven she would gladly do so.

With as much finesse as her drunken reflexes could manage, Octavia started pulling off her pants. For some reason they got stuck on her feet and she couldn’t get them off all the way. After struggling for what felt like years she threw up her hands in defeat. “Raeeee, my pants are stuck too.” 

Raven sighed, moving down to kneel in front of the whining alpha. “That’s cause you have to take your shoes off first, dumbass.”

With Raven busy working on untying her shoes, Octavia leaned back on her elbows to watch, which quickly proved to be a bad idea. Hooded eyes widened when she realized her pants were around her ankles while Raven was down on her knees for her. And before she knew it her mind was wandering to a rather dirty place. 

She felt a twitch in her boxers, but rather than look away to prevent a problem from arising, Octavia found herself unable to take her eyes off the omega. 

Smelling a change in the scent of the room, Raven finally looked up to see darkened eyes staring back at her. Then it clicked. The air had a definite hint of arousal. Her eyes briefly flicked down between strong thighs to where a definite bulge was beginning to strain against thin fabric.

Her gaze lingered for more than just a second and when she looked back up, completely fed up, Octavia seemed entirely too smug. In response Raven simply rolled her eyes and gave one last yank on the untied boot, freeing it from her foot.

She made quick work of the next one, pulling it off and setting them both next to their sleeping bags, before sitting back on her heels. She met Octavia’s gaze once more, her own filled with a tired sadness and the tiniest sliver of hope, but when the alpha just let out a drunken burp she came back to her senses. 

“Alright, there, but I think your pants should definitely stay on. I’ll let you pull them up yourself, think you can manage that ?.”

Octavia grumbled to herself when Raven finally stood and turned around. She kicked her legs until her pants were completely off, then, for good measure, she kicked them to the other side of the tent.

Pleased with herself she wiggled her way into a comfortable spot on top of the sleeping bags and blankets and turned to wait for Raven. But she wasn’t expecting to see the omega taking her own shirt off. 

Her back was to her, but that didn’t stop Octavia from gawking at the new expanse of exposed skin. She clearly hadn’t been thinking about the fact that Raven would eventually turn back around once she had a new tank top on to see herself being ogled, but at least Octavia had the decency to look a little bashful.

Raven raised an unamused eyebrow. “I thought I said to keep your pants on.”

“They fell off?”

“Whatever,” Raven mumbled, running a tired hand over her face. “Go to sleep.”

When Raven moved towards the tent’s door and shut off the small lantern that barely illuminated things, Octavia shot upright, and immediately regretted the resulting head rush. “Wait where are you going?”

“To the dropship.”

“Why? I thought you were gonna sleep here. With me. Like we always do.”

“I’ve slept here like one time,” Raven snapped harshly. 

Octavia’s disappointment was palpable, but Raven especially hated how small her voice got. “C-Can you please stay? I don’t feel good and you always make me feel better.” 

Despite her rightful anger with the alpha, she sounded so hurt in a way that compelled her to do something to fix it. Her inner omega desperately wanted to forget everything that happened tonight and fall into protective arms, but her hurt ran deeper and urged her to put as much space between them as possible.

Raven stood for a moment in thought, weighing her options. “Fine, but I’m sleeping in my own sleeping bag.” 

Octavia pouted as Raven set about separating her pile of fluff and finding a sleeping bag to zip up in the dark. She had wanted to cuddle Raven all night, and Raven being in her own little cocoon would make that more difficult. 

When Raven finally laid her bag down flat and slid into it, zipping it up all the way, Octavia laid down next to her. “Alright I’m here. Happy? Now go to sleep.” 

Raven shut her eyes without another thought, but Octavia was too upset to fall asleep. How was she supposed to hold Raven in her arms if the girl had effectively put up a wall between them. Scooting impossibly closer she felt around for the zipper. She let out a frustrated huff when that seemed impossible in her drunken state.

Jerking her head away, Raven rolled over, giving her back to the confused alpha. “I said go to sleep, Octavia.”

Octavia froze. She couldn’t remember the last time Raven had called her by her full name. Had she done something wrong?

Silence consumed the tension in the tent, and Raven found herself hoping that was the end of the conversation even though she knew the odds of that were nonexistent. She could feel Octavia still hovering, her scent now tinged with sadness and guilt. 

Neither of them spoke for a few minutes, but just when Raven thought Octavia might have drifted off, she heard a sniffle followed by some shuffling. Before she could even turn her head to see what was happening, a warm body pressed against her back. Octavia wasted no time in wrapping her arms around her, squeezing her tightly. It was as if she was afraid she’d never get to again. And since maybe she wouldn't, Raven let her. Then a nose pressed to the back of her neck and breathed in deeply while Raven stopped breathing entirely.

Octavia’s lips tickled as they moved against her skin. “You smell nice.”

Turning her head even more to escape the onslaught that had her heart racing, Raven held back a groan when Octavia only followed.  She figured it was easier to let her cling on to her till she fell asleep before pushing her off, so she allowed the hug to linger. “Just go to sleep.”

Raven tried to ignore the heat of Octavia’s breath against her neck, but with the way the alpha had decided to cling to her side, practically inhaling her, that was nearly impossible. Octavia’s presence, which just days ago had been a grounding force that made her feel safer than she could ever remember, suddenly felt suffocating. She hated that despite how much the alpha had hurt her, some part of her wanted to forgive her and start again. Fortunately the rational side of her brain wasn’t so quick to forget the pain she’d been through. As sweet as Octavia could be sometimes, she was still an alpha. And the side of her she’d seen tonight was more than enough to give her second thoughts. 

Even though those thoughts made her heart ache.