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“WE’RE HERE AND WE’RE QUEER, BITCHES!” Octavia shouts as she turns a corner and a large rainbow-clad crowd comes into view. Excited cheering can be heard coming from the huge mass of people lined up along the street watching a parade go by.
“Shut up, Octavia, you’re not even queer!” Raven shoots back at her while adjusting the rainbow bandeau she wears underneath a shredded tank top.
“You don’t know my life,” Octavia responds. “I totally could be. Maybe I just haven’t found a girl hot enough to reach my level yet.” Octavia is wearing short jean shorts, rainbow suspenders and a backwards hat with multicolored paint smeared around her eyes.
“Yeah, whatever.” Raven says. “Meanwhile you have the nerve to show up to Pride holding hands with your boyfriend like a couple of breeders.” She looks pointedly at Octavia’s hand linked with Lincoln’s as they walk. Lincoln remains silent, grinning, dressed in his normal apparel except for a rainbow heart sticker pasted on his cheek
“Pride is about inclusivity, Raven,” Octavia chides.
Clarke rolls her eyes at her friends. Clarke opted to forego the over-the-top rainbow look, wearing a short skirt and thin tank top to combat the heat, a pair of Ray-Bans shielding her eyes. “Would the both of you shut up?” she says exasperatedly. “We’re all here together, and we’re all going to have a great time getting drunk and watching the parade.” She’d been looking forward to Pride for weeks, and managed to get all her friends to come along. She recently broke up with her cheating boyfriend Finn, and figured she could let off some steam and pent up sexual energy in the celebration’s mobs of sweaty, writhing, half-naked bodies. Girls had been looking a lot more appealing lately.
“Yeah, and finding you some hot gay girls,” Octavia smirks. She was determined to procure her friend as many hookups as possible throughout the day.
“Hey, what about me!” Raven exclaims, affronted.
“And me!” adds Jasper, numerous strings of rainbow beads around his neck.
“Jasper, you’re not going to find a girl at a Pride parade,” Octavia scoffs. “And you know this isn’t like Mardi Gras, right? You can’t just offer girls necklaces and have them flash you.”
“A man can dream, can’t he?”
“And Raven, I think Clarke needs help getting some ass way more than you do,” Octavia says.
“What’s, that supposed to mean?” Clarke asks, mildly offended. “I can get girls on my own!”
“She kind of has a point,” Raven concedes. “You wouldn’t know a girl liked you if she had her tongue down your throat.”
“Whatever,” Clarke mumbles. “Just find me someone sexy.”
“Only the best for our princess,” Raven says with a wink.
The group of friends makes their way to the main street where the parade is marching by, Octavia leading the way with Monty and Miller bringing up the rear hand in hand. Thousands of people line the street and hang out of windows to watch the celebration. The group can barely maneuver on the crowded sidewalk and link hands to keep together.
“Let’s just stop here,” Clarke decides as they reach a less congested spot, and they push their way to the front to the metal gate that divides the parade marchers and spectators. “Ok, who’s got the Four Loko?”
“Right here,” Jasper replies, fishing cans out of his drawstring bag. They pass the cans around between them, taking swigs of the sickly sweet alcohol.
“Ugh, I don’t know how you guys can drink this stuff,” Monty says, pulling a disgusted face after his sip.
“Are you kidding me, it’s pure party in a can!” Raven replies. “And very colorful. Totally fits the occasion.”
A group of friendly looking people standing next to them overhears the conversation.
“You guys are drinking Four Loko?” asks a cute red-headed girl dressed head to toe in neon. “That’s kid stuff. Let me help you out.” She reaches over and plucks a handle of vodka from her friend’s hands. The group’s eyes collectively widen in amazement. They immediately hold out their drinks and the girl tips some vodka into them. “Enjoy,” she says, grinning. Raven sidles over to flirt with her as the rest of them watch the parade.
Dozens of floats pass by with various groups from around the city demonstrating their pride and support for the LGBT community. Some go by on foot while others have extravagant stages pulled by cars blasting music, topped with people dancing. Everyone waves and smiles at the crowd as they pass by, some handing out flyers or throwing candy or other prizes out into the cheering masses.
Clarke ends up with some stickers and a mini rainbow flag, which she tucks behind her ear. Jasper climbs up one of the tall, metal, rainbow banded poles that line the street for a better view.
“You guys!” he shouts. “There’s a store called Gay Mart across the street, how funny is that?”
Raven rejoins Clarke, a lipstick smudge on her cheek.
“This was a great idea, Clarke. I love Pride!” she says, beaming. Clarke grins and rolls her eyes. They both lean with their arms on the gate, watching the procession. The alcohol combined with the hot sun beating down has given them all a pleasant buzz that’s quickly veering towards drunkenness.
The next group approaching them on foot appears to be some kind of women’s athletic team. They all look very fit and imposing with copious eye black smudged on their faces. Clarke has a huge weak spot for athletes and she eyes their muscles appreciatively. One girl saunters closer and Clarke lets out an audible gasp when she sees her. She is the hottest one of them by far, possibly the most gorgeous woman Clarke has ever laid eyes on with her high cheekbones, full lips and wild brown hair. She’s wearing ripped black skinny jeans and a cutoff with the letters CDR on the front that reveals toned and tanned arms.
Raven spots her too and lets out a low whistle. The girl looks over in their direction and her piercing green eyes lock onto Clarke’s. Clarke feels a shiver go through her despite the heat.
“Damn, Clarke, she’s looking right at you!” Raven says excitedly, nudging her side with an elbow.
The girl smirks and continues to meet Clarke’s gaze, and Clarke returns the stare unabashedly. She walks directly towards Clarke hanging over the fence, and Clarke feels paralyzed. The girl is now standing right in front of her, and she reaches a hand out to grab the back of Clarke’s head, pulling her into a searing kiss. Clarke meets her lips hungrily, pushing back against her as the girl presses her tongue into Clarke’s mouth. Clarke readily accepts it, and the girl’s fingers tighten in her hair. The girl’s lips are warm and sweet and insisting, making Clarke heady with desire and wishing desperately that they were anywhere but on a crowded sidewalk in the middle of the day.
The kiss is hot but brief, and the girl pulls away after a few seconds leaving Clarke gasping. She gives Clarke one last, lustful look before continuing on, her smirk now more pronounced than ever. Clarke watches her go in a daze. Octavia wolf-whistles and Jasper nearly falls off the pole. A teammate with dirty blond hair and sharp features walking directly behind the girl eyes Raven and raises her eyebrows at her as she passes them.
“Holy shit, Clarke, maybe you don’t need my help after all!” Octavia says, impressed. “I can’t believe you just made out with the hottest chick in the damn parade.”
“Me neither,” Clarke says slowly, reaching up to touch her tingling lips. She can still taste the girl, and she wants more. “I didn’t even get her name,” she says dejectedly.
“Don’t worry, we’ll find her again,” Octavia reassures her. “And then you two can get your passionate lady lovin’ on. Seriously, that kiss was steamy,” she says, fanning herself.
“Babe, there are hundreds of thousands of people here,” Lincoln says. “We can’t get her hopes up too much.”
“Don’t be a buzzkill, Lincoln,” Jasper says, hopping down to the ground. “If Clarke wants to make out with a super hot girl with tongue right in front of us again, I think it’s our civic duty to make that happen.”
“We’ll just have to narrow our search to places where gay girls hang out,” Monty suggests.
“You’re right,” Clarke says more determinedly. “I need to find her. That kiss was amazing. I vow not to go home tonight without her phone number!”
“That’s the spirit,” Raven says, clapping her on the back. “But I bet you don’t go home tonight without her in general.”
The parade finally comes to an end, and the group decides to stop and get some food. Clarke suggests a taco place down the street that gay women in the city are known to frequent, and they head over. Moving down the sidewalk quickly is nearly impossible as the giant crowd disperses, and they get separated along the way. Clarke and Raven reach the bar first, shortly followed by Octavia and Lincoln.
“Monty and Miller decided to hit up a gay bar instead,” Lincoln says.
“Cool,” says Raven. “Where’s Jasper?” They all peer around for him until he comes tumbling out of the crowd right in front of them, hair and clothes disheveled.
“You guys, I was in the parade!” he says, out of breath. “I tried to cross the street and next thing I knew a bunch of drag queens were sweeping me in with them. I just kept walking until I saw another exit and squeezed out.” They all laugh and enter the bar.
It’s a bright and upbeat place with plenty of Mexican food and tequila, and they sit around a high top table eating tacos and drinking frozen margaritas. There are definitely a number of gay women there, and they all look around expectantly for Clarke’s girl, Raven drunkenly winking at every girl who walks past. But the mystery girl is nowhere to be seen.
Two girls walk up to their table and introduce themselves. “Hi ladies,” they say, ignoring Lincoln and Jasper. “We want to invite you to the official all-women Pride after-party tonight. It’s a really fun dance party with a ton of women, and there’s a celebrity lesbian DJ spinning!” They hand out a couple flyers with the DJ’s name prominent in colorful, bolded text.
“Sounds fun, thanks,” Clarke says, smiling back.
“We hope to see you there. It’s in the parking lot back behind the big gym on the north side of town.” The two girls walk off.
“Who ever heard of an after-party in a parking lot?” Octavia asks, looking at a flyer skeptically.
“Who cares, did you not hear the part about it being all girls?” Raven says. “We totally have to go.”
“Absolutely,” Clarke agrees. “The parade girl might be there!”
“And her hot friend,” Raven adds.
“You two go,” Octavia says. “I don’t think Lincoln would appreciate me getting all close and personal with the city’s entire lesbian population.”
“You got that right,” Lincoln agrees.
The gang decides to hang out at Bellamy’s apartment in the city until the party begins. They play drinking games and cards until nightfall, and then Clarke and Raven head out once again. They take a bus up to the city’s notoriously lesbian neighborhood and follow the lines of girls streaming to a wide alleyway where they pay their cover and walk inside.
The party is indeed in a large, outdoor parking lot, but it’s enclosed by tall brick buildings on all sides giving it a more private feel. Booths around the edges sell drinks, and a large stage is set up in the back. The DJ is playing, loud thumping music that Clarke feels through her bones. Lights flash from the stage into the crowd where a horde of women have already begun dancing in earnest.
Clarke and Raven look at each other and then head in to join them. They dance together happily, still energetically intoxicated. Both jump up and down to the beat of the music and Raven fist pumps vigorously. A few girls come over to flirt with them, but they are still on the lookout for their athletes.
As the night goes on, the dancing around them shifts from lively jumping to more desperate gyrating. Clarke is starting to think she may not see the sexy brunette who kissed her, and maybe she should just pick one of the other girls here who have openly expressed their interest in taking her home.
She turns to say something to Raven when she feels someone come into her space behind her.
“Hello again,” a low voice says.
Clarke spins around and comes face to face with her mysterious dream girl, face now clean and looking more intoxicating than ever.
“Hi,” Clarke says breathlessly, looking up into those mesmerizing green eyes. “I was hoping I’d see you here. I’m Clarke.”
“As was I. I’m Lexa. This is my friend Anya,” she says, gesturing to the girl next to her.
“And I’m Raven,” Raven interjects, sticking out her hand for Anya to shake and smiling widely. Anya appraises her for a moment before responding. “You’ll do,” she says. Raven laughs and grabs her hand. “Let me buy you a drink.” She gives Clarke a knowing look before tugging Anya out of the crowd.
Clarke turns her attention back to Lexa, trying to maintain her composure while her heart beats excitedly.
“That kiss you gave me at the parade was incredible,” she says, blushing slightly. “I didn’t want you to stop.”
“It was very enjoyable,” Lexa agrees. “As soon as I saw your face in the crowd I knew I had to have you.” The look she’s giving Clarke now is covetous, almost greedy as she eyes Clarke’s cleavage down the front of her tank top. “Would you like to dance?”
Clarke nods, and they begin to move their bodies together with the music. Lexa continues to gaze at her as they dance, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. Clarke raises an eyebrow at her, and Lexa reaches out to spin her around so that Clarke’s ass is pressed into Lexa’s hips. She places her hands firmly on Clarke’s waist and Clarke grinds back into her. Lexa grinds herself on Clarke’s ass steadily, trailing her hands up and down Clarke’s thighs, waist and arms. Clarke throws her head back, and Lexa leans down to drag her teeth along her exposed throat. Clarke gasps at the contact and feels her arousal pooling between her thighs.
She turns around in Lexa’s arms to face her again and sees that her eyes are dark and hooded with desire. Lexa’s eyes immediately drop to Clarke’s lips. Clarke wraps her arms around the back of Lexa’s neck and draws her into an open-mouthed kiss. Lexa’s lips are just as soft as Clarke remembers, her mouth just as addicting. Their tongues move together frantically, exploring as if they only have fleeting time together.
Lexa fits her thigh in between Clarke’s legs, making her groan. Once again she wishes they weren’t in such a public place. They continue making out and rubbing against each other lasciviously until both are so turned on that neither could take another minute before tearing the other’s clothes off.
Lexa reluctantly breaks the kiss, brushing her nose against Clarke’s and breathing deeply. “I need you. Now,” she commands, her voice throaty.
“Let’s get out of here,” Clarke agrees. Lexa takes her hand and pulls her back out of the party onto the street. Clarke thinks she spots Raven and Anya wrapped around each other on the way out.
Lexa begins walking quickly in a random direction, Clarke following slightly confused.
“Where are we going? Do you live around here? We could go back to my place, I live up north. We can take the train...”
“No, I can’t wait that long,” Lexa cuts her off. “I want to fuck you now.” They walk another couple blocks before Lexa pulls Clarke into a deserted alley and pushes her up against a brick wall. They are shielded from view by a few trees, and the only light that shines down upon them is from the moon.
Lexa crashes their mouths back together roughly, a hand on either side of Clarke’s head. Clarke grabs Lexa’s ass and pulls their bodies flush together, desperate to get as close as possible. Lexa brings her mouth to Clarke’s neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses and sharp bites that are sure to bruise. But it’s still not enough, and Clarke tangles a hand in Lexa’s curls and pushes her head lower. Lexa complies, nipping at her collarbone before reaching the tops of her breasts.
She pulls Clarke’s tank top down her chest, revealing the lacy black bra underneath. Lexa palms her full breasts through the bra and kneads them with strong hands before pulling the bra away and fitting her mouth around a pert nipple. Clarke groans as Lexa swirls her tongue around it expertly, knowing that she would be just as good with her tongue elsewhere.
Clarke takes one of Lexa’s hands and guides it underneath her skirt. Lexa needs no further encouragement and pulls Clarke’s panties to the side, dipping her fingers into the wetness she finds there.
“Fuck, you’re soaked,” Lexa growls in her ear.
“I know,” Clarke pants back. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you all day.”
“Oh yeah? And what exactly were you imagining?” Lexa asks while lightly swiping over Clarke’s clit to tease her.
“I imagined you kissing me hard and shoving your tongue in my mouth,” Clarke describes as Lexa starts moving her fingers in circles that make her squirm. “I thought about you throwing me down and ripping my clothes off and having your way with me.” Lexa’s fingers increase their pace, and Clarke has to take a moment before she is able to continue. “I thought about you fucking me so hard until I scream and come over and over.. FUCK!” she cries out as Lexa abruptly thrusts two slick fingers into her.
“Like this?” Lexa purrs, curling her fingers forwards as she moves them in and out.
“Oh my god, yesss,” Clarke moans. Lexa finds a rhythm and uses her free hand to lift Clarke’s leg and hitch it around her hip. The new angle allows her to go deeper and support some of Clarke’s weight, which is useful because her legs have started to tremble.
Clarke pulls Lexa’s face back to hers and kisses her messily. Lexa continues to pump in and out while using her thumb to press on Clarke’s clit.
“Lexa, I’m... I’m gonna come..” Clarke gasps out. And with one more curl of Lexa’s fingers, Clarke clenches around them and comes hard, head thrown back against the wall and Lexa’s name tumbling from her lips. Lexa slows her movements but keeps her hand where it is to help Clarke ride out her orgasm. Eventually her breathing slows and she opens her eyes.
“Holy fuck, Lexa,” she says. Lexa smirks and pulls her hand out of Clarke’s underwear. She brings it up to Clarke’s mouth, and Clarke gently sucks them clean.
“I taste pretty good,” she says slyly. “But I bet you taste even better.” She spins Lexa around so that her back is now pressed against the wall, and she drops to her knees. Lexa’s lips part in surprise, but she doesn’t protest. Clarke unbuttons her skinny jeans and pulls them down her long legs, underwear coming with them. Clarke slowly kisses up her legs, savoring the soft skin.
“Clarke, do not tease me,” Lexa says, looking down at her and placing a hand on the back of her head. Clarke grins and holds her gaze, allowing Lexa to guide her mouth onto her glistening pussy. Clarke takes a long lick, tasting her juices, and Lexa shudders. She is sweet, and Clarke pushes her tongue inside her, wanting to taste as much as possible.
Clarke thrusts her tongue in and out for a while, enjoying the way Lexa’s walls contract around her. Eventually she changes tactics and presses her tongue flat against Lexa’s clit. This elicits a hum of pleasure and tightening of hands in her hair. Clarke moves her tongue in varying patterns until she finds one that Lexa seems to enjoy most. She grips the back of her thighs to hold her still when Lexa’s hips start bucking up into her mouth.
Clarke swipes her tongue one final time against her clit and Lexa holds Clarke’s head in a death grip as she comes into her mouth. Clarke cleans her up with small licks and then gets back on her feet. Lexa pulls her jeans up and re-buttons them with unfocused eyes.
“You are incredible, Clarke,” she says, the “k” rolling off her tongue sensually. Clarke wraps her arms around Lexa and kisses her, letting her taste herself on her lips. They rest their foreheads together and breath each other in.
“To answer your earlier question, I do live near here,” Lexa finally says. “Would you like to come home with me? I have a large bed that is much more suitable for such activities than an alley.”
Clarke nods and tries to stifle a yawn, her eyes slightly dropping from all the day’s exertions. “Yeah, that and sleep.”
Lexa gives a small smile and a quick nod and takes Clarke’s hand in hers. They walk together into the night back to Lexa’s apartment, both satisfied and elated that a brief locking of eyes had led to much more.