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“You don't watch Fear The Walking Dead?” Clarke asked her team leader, Staff Sergeant Lexa Woods. “I'm trying to like you but you're making it difficult.”
“Griffin, I'm your Sergeant, I don't need you to like me. I just need you to do what I tell you to do.” Lexa said feigning impatience.
“Well, you should watch it. It has my girlfriend, Alycia Debnam-Carey in it.”
“Does she know you guys are dating.” Raven’s sarcastic question preceded her through the door of the Squad room.
“Fuck off, Raven.” Clarke playfully snapped back.
“Griff, it's a legit question considering she's actually my girlfriend.”
“You wish, O!”
“Hey, three stooges, can we get to discussing why we are all here? Unless, you guys wanna do some front, back, goes.”
“No!” The three soldiers shouted in unison.
“Excellent! We start our pre deployment shit in 2 weeks. Which means equipment layouts…”
Clarke’s mind began wondering as she watched SSG Woods’ mouth move. All she could think about was how kissing those lips would feel and taste. In reality the only reason she liked Alycia was because she looked just like SSG Woods. She'd never tell her that though.
It was against regulation for a Specialist to date someone that was in her chain of command and, unfortunately, SSG Woods was the first link in said chain. Clarke was pretty sure that Lexa was attracted to her. She would sometimes catch Lexa looking at her lips while she would lightly lick her own lips.
Before Clarke realized it SSG. Woods was dismissing them and her two friends were dragging her down the hall. Octavia, Raven, and Clarke had been together since Basic Training. Granted, they had only been stationed one place, Fort Campbell. However, it was still unusual for them to go through basic together then, not only get stationed at the same base but be placed in the same company, squad, and team. Fate apparently had plans for them.
“So, I saw you zone out when SSG. Serious started talking. You have no idea what we are supposed to be doing now, do you?” Octavia had amazing attention to detail. Clarke was often annoyed by it.
“I know what I need to know. Worry ‘bout yourself.”
“Hello, McFly—“ Raven, who had for some reason been walking backwards, didn't see First Sergeant Indra walking out of her office. Luckily she was on her way to get coffee and not on her way back from getting coffee.
With one word the 1SG had sent all three of them to the floor, “Drop.” Immediately the three hit the floor and began doing push ups.
“Specialist Griffin, do you like doing push ups?”
“No, First Sergeant.”
“Pfc. Blake, do you like getting smoked?”
“Only by you First Sergeant.” Octavia was always one with snarky comments. She was sure she heard Raven and Clarke tell her to shut up under their breath.
“That explains it then.”
A muttered, “don't,” reached Octavia’s ears. As always, she didn't listen.
“Explains what, First Sergeant?”
With lightening speed the 1SG was in Octavia’s face yelling, “why you don't police your battle buddy when you see her acting jacked up!” A shark attack has a different meaning for those in the Army. “Sag in the middle! Arch your back! Sag in the middle! Arch your back!” 1SG Indra commanded. They no doubt looked ridiculous being in the push up position and sticking their asses in the air when told to arch their back and then hovering their crotch slightly above the floor when told to sag in the middle.
As sweat began to form on her forehead, Clarke seriously pondered why she was friends with those two. Just when her arms began to shake, 1SG told them to recover and carry on.
“I hate you.” Clarke said to them both as they quickly exited the Company building.
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Lexa could hear them getting smoked in the hallway by Indra and she couldn’t help but laugh to herself. She had gotten lucky when the three soldiers were placed in her team. Normally, a team consisted of a team leader, a driver, and a gunner. However, there was an extra person in the squad so Raven was placed in her team. Each soldier brought something unique to the team. They were all Military Police but each had a set of skills that didn’t pertain to their MOS, Military Occupation Specialty.
Raven could build and fix anything, which came in handy considering the equipment was always breaking. She was brilliant and Lexa often wondered why she had joined the MP Corp.
As a civilian, Octavia had studied Krav Maga and was a 9th Dan. Lexa had been very impressed with the young soldier during their combatives training.
Then there was Clarke. Clarke’s mother was a heart surgeon and had insisted that she go to medical school. That had lasted two years. Clarke had a more advanced knowledge of first aide than what little was learned in basic. Lexa wished that that was the only thing she found interesting about Clarke but it wasn’t. Lexa was drawn to her soldier. She was trying to fight it but the more she was around the blonde haired, blue eyed vixen the harder it was to not stare at her lips and wish she could capture them even if it was for a mere fleeting moment. Though she knew that if she ever had the chance it would not be enough to satisfy her and she would find herself hooked.
Her train of thought was derailed when she heard the 1SG tell them to, in no uncertain terms, get up and get out. Lexa was glad for the derailment. She couldn’t think about Clarke like that. When Clarke got promoted maybe but now it was not something she could act on.
Lexa was fairly certain that Clarke was just as attracted to her. She had caught, on numerous occasions, Clarke staring at her. She had even caught Clarke staring at her ass. Lexa tried to pretend she didn’t see the red tint of Clarke’s cheeks but Reyes and Blake weren’t making it easy with their hushed teasing of Clarke, thinking Lexa couldn’t hear them.
Lexa was startled from her thoughts by the voice of the Platoon Sergeant, Sergeant First Class Anya.
“Woods! Get in here!”
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Raven and Octavia had burst into Clarke’s barracks room and demanded that she drop the paintbrush and get sexy because they were going to “get white girl wasted.” Any soldier knows that when alcohol is mentioned it is their sworn duty to see who could out drink the other. That was how Clarke ended up at a nightclub on a Saturday night with a shot in her hand.
“What’s this shot called again?” Clarke asked while smelling the shot.
“It’s a cherry picker. Take the shot and then eat the cherry at the bottom.” Raven answered.
“Cheers, bitches!” Octavia yelled as she held up her shot.
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Lexa walked through the door and held it open for Anya who was grabbing her ID from the bouncer guarding the door.
“I don’t know why I let you talk me into coming here. You know we will probably run into some of our soldiers.”
“Lexa, take a pill of the chill variety. We needed to have a little fun. If we see them we ignore them like we do any other day. Lets get a drink.”
Walking towards the bar Lexa caught a flash of blonde hair. Sure enough, walking deeper into the crowd with Blake and Reyes close behind was Clarke. Just ignore her…them! Just ignore them.
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“We need more shots!” Octavia yelled at her friends.
They walked, more like stumbled, off of the dance floor towards the bar. With another shot in their hand Clarke raised her glass to make a toast but was cut off by Raven.
“Oh shit! Is that SSG Woods?”
Clarkes eyes were instantly scanning the room and found the woman that occupied most of her thoughts, “well, fuck me.”
"I'm pretty sure she would." That earned Raven a glare from Clarke.
Lexa was playing pool with SFC Anya and two other girls. One of which was a little too handsy for Clarkes liking. Her eyes scanned down the length of Lexa’s body and it caused her heart to pound in her chest and ears. The sight of Lexa out of uniform made Clarke uncomfortably wet. Her hair was down and wavy instead of in her usual tight bun. She was wearing black skinny jeans and a muscle tank top. Clarke could see the tattoos adorning Lexa’s amazing body.
“She’s drooling, look at her, Ravs. Clarke, you should go talk to her.” Raven echoed the same sentiment.
“Whoa, simmer down sluts. Lets not get carried away. That is not a good idea and you know it. Especially since we are already fucked up. Plus, she’s with SFC Bitchface.”
“You’re right.” Octavia once again held up her shot and waited for the other two to join her. “To...bad decisions and amazing orgasms.”
Clarke brought the shot to her mouth and as the liquid hit the back of her throat her eyes connected with Lexa’s. In her drunken state she had forgotten that there was a cherry at the bottom of the shot. It caught her by surprise and got lodged in her throat. Had Clarke not been drunk she probably would have panicked.
Don’t make a scene. Don’t make a scene. She thought. Lexa is staring at you and if you have to get the Heimlich you will embarrass yourself in front of everyone.
Clarke stood there amongst the crowd while her friends talked about...she didn't know, she was fucking choking! Clarke’s eyes were no longer on Lexa, they were bulging out of her face and focused nowhere in particular as she tried to force down the cherry that was blocking the oxygen to her brain.
They are never going to let you live this down if they find out. Clarke thought of her two friends.
With eyes wide, face turning red, and her friends oblivious, Clarke once again found Lexa who had a look of concern on her face.
Oh God, please don’t come over here. I’ll die of embarrassment before this cherry has a chance to finish the job.
TBC…