“I can’t guarantee he won’t pee on either of us.” Octavia grinned, her arms moving to wrap around Harper’s neck. Though they had only been together for two months, Octavia felt like it had been longer.
They knew each other better than the other did. And O found herself not being able to get enough of the blonde. She didn’t need Jasper’s drugs. Harper was her drug.
Pressing her lips to her girlfriend’s again, she smiled and pulled away slightly, keeping her arms around her. “You’re the most beautiful girl in the world, not me.” She mumbled, fingers playing with the hair on the nape of her neck. God, she couldn’t wait. Just them and the open road. No responsibilities. No rules. Hell, they didn’t even have a plan of where they were driving to.
Letting out a soft groan at the mention of Taylor Swift, O pouted. “As long as Bad Blood gets played at least once an hour, I suppose I can deal with it.” Releasing Harper from her grasp, she nudged her playfully. “You and your Taylor obsession. You’re lucky you’re hot.”
“’Hot’? I’ll take that, and you’re not so bad yourself. Totally not just saying that because I’m lucky enough to be dating you,” Harper smiled, hand reaching out to punch her playfully.
Yeah, coming from Octavia, of all people, that meant a lot, sure as hell was a nice ego-booster. Besides, it wasn’t like they weren’t always telling each other how gorgeous they were, because, truly, both of them were attractive in their own ways.
Before meeting the youngest Blake, Harper had always used to say that she never felt complete and right then, with her girlfriend and the promises of the open road, she was more than complete, she was finally whole. As corny as it was, after everything they had been through together in their short time dating, the girl wasn’t sure if she had ever been so happy.
“And yes, when we finish road-tripping, we’re definitely moving in together. I’m so glad you finally asked.” Octavia hadn’t but Harper was saying that anyway. “How I’ve even managed to stay away from you for hours at a time is beyond me.”
❛ yeah, well, that says otherwise– disgusting, by the way. keep it in your mouth, o. ❜
the girl stared at the saliva plastered to the brunette’s face, lips twisting in a frown. god, she had to be the luck- iest girl in the world to have a girl- friend like octavia; minus the drool.
someone give me a f/f boarding school plot with a sweet girl raised in a christian household but closet lesbian and the school bad girl and they get assigned to each other as roommates yES
“Hey, focus on that,” Harper said, though the smile that lit up her face very well said otherwise, hand moving forward to offer her a piece of food. “We need supplies for the winter.”
Ignoring the creepy… Ignoring…
After everything they had been through, it sure felt good to joke around again or to even talk to the other.
Still ignoring….
"–And if we don’t, I wouldn’t object to sharing a tent. Just remember that, yeah? In-case they ask us to bunk up.“
( Hopeless Harper; kind of has a ring to it )
"Would you get mad if I fell asleep on you? You're so comfy.."
“Mad?” Harper asked, lips still twisted into a frown. Tucking her hair behind her ear, she patted her lap, hand smoothing down Octavia’s hair as she did so. “Hey, we’re going to get out of here, okay, yeah?”
God, she wished that was true. They had been trapped there for days, watching the hours tick by.
"I just–“ she choked, hand moving a string of loose hair behind the other girl’s ear. "I’m going to keep you safe, Blake. I won’t let anything happen to you.”
( I wanna go home. I’m going to get us there. )
“I won’t let anything happen to you,” she repeated. “Ever.”
Octavia grinned widely, seeing the glare Harper gave her. But only seconds later, she saw a smile. Tossing her own bag into the back of the truck, she moved over to her girlfriend, a slight pout on her lips.
“C’mon, you know you’ll have fun.” The brunette practically whined. “No Bellamy to ruin anything. No responsibilities; well besides Jax. But he’s cute and worth it.” Their dog wasn’t even really a responsibility. He was theirs. He was their baby. “Just us, Jax, and the open road.”
She slipped her arms around Harper’s waist, pulling her to her gently with a smile. “Besides, you hate your job. So it’s a win-win.” Octavia leaned her head down and pecked her lips. God, she was so excited. Just her, Harper, and Jax? How could it get any better?
“Fine but as long as the dog doesn’t pee on me, this trip should be fun, right?” she asked, words mumbled as she moved forward to meet her lips against Octavia’s. “And even better now that I’m with you.”
They had only been together two months but it was still the best two months of Harper’s entire life and even after all that time together, she was almost positive she was in utter love with the older girl. “Hey,” she said. “Me, Jax, the most beautiful girl in the entire world, the open road, what’s not to like?”
Besides, it was always nice to get away from Bellamy’s pestering and Jasper’s constant instance on them getting a taste of the real life. ‘Real life’ being whatever drug he had gotten from Monty. “Especially if I get to blast Taylor Swift.”
The teenager threw her bag into the back of the truck, turning with a glare at the brunette. “I can’t believe you talked me into this,” Harper sighed, arms folded over her chest, smile curling at each corner of her mouth.
Surely a road trip couldn’t be that bad. Besides, atleast she was with someone she liked; someone she really liked. When the girl asked her, how could she possibly say no to such a pretty face?
ANSWER: she couldn’t. Octavia Blake was just too damn gorgeous for her own good and, for what it was worth, it was part of the reason Harper had decided to travel half-way across country with her. A pretty girl, herself, some booze, sleezy motels, their puppy and a whole lot of time together lead to one thing- bonding. Or even potential making out sessions but whatever.
The brunette nodded her head, “I think they’d use everything they had against us. If they break us and make us give up and do what they want, they win. It’s what they want. So yeah, I think they’d tell us - because they know our friends are our biggest weakness.”
Octavia couldn’t help but think about strategy. It was just who she was and what the Grounders had taught her. “I don’t think they have anyone else. If they did, we already would have known.” In other words - they were on their own.
Even with the Grounders and Sky People together; they were no match for Mount Weather’s technology and guns. They had more fire power. But there was no way she’d say that out loud. As long as she somehow got Harper out, it was fine. She wasn’t about to let anything happen to the other girl.
“Nothing.” She muttered angrily, kicking the metal door, ignoring the bit of pain that shot up her leg. “I spent my whole life locked up in a freakin’ cage. And I’m back in one.”
The theory was good and believable so Harper offered a nod in return to her words, teeth biting down anxiously on her lip. They couldn’t be stuck- there had to one way out atleast. Even if they had to crawl through some kind of vent, they were getting out of there; Octavia was going to see Bellamy again.
“We’re getting out of here,” she tried to comfort, though her words were choked when she spoke. “I’m getting you out, okay? They have to feed us at some point. And when they do, we’ll be ready.”
As far as plans went, it wasn’t that bad but there was no guarantee it would work and if it didn’t, they would probably land themselves in some sort of shit, which wasn’t good, at all. “They underestimated us, their mistake, right?”
The seventeen year old offered a weak smile, hands shaking by her side, lip quivering. She was scared- sure as Hell had a reason to be- but knowing that Octavia was there made her feel slightly better. The brunette was strong and brave, she was capable.
Octavia could feel the lump in her throat getting bigger. It took her swallowing multiple times to rid herself of it, and the taste of cotton. Did they have anyone else? Oh God, did they have Bellamy? Her fists clenched at her sides at the thought. Instinctively, she wanted to reach for her sword, to feel the cold metal in her hand. But she knew that it wasn’t there.
Besides her hand-to-hand combat skills, O had no way of protecting them. No weapons, just herself.
“I don’t know.” Her voice was soft and filled with uncertainty. “But if they did, I think they would want us to know. Us it to their advantage. To break us.” At least, she hoped they didn’t have anyone else.
Knowing Harper was alright, she moved away from the cot, searching and looking around the room. Her fingertips touched the walls, searching for any kind of bump that would indicate a way out. But she found nothing. The only way out was through the door they had been brought in through.
Harper couldn’t bear the thought of knowing they had other delinquents; they were her family, if they hurt them, she would kill them. They had to look after each other, that’s how they lived, and that’s how they would stay alive.
Break us? “You think they would’ve told us?” she questioned, finally finding it in herself to move off the bed, legs swung over the side, standing to move behind the other girl, eyes scanning over the wall. “If they have the others, we need to save them.”
For now, she reminded herself, they needed to focus on getting themselves out. Once they managed to do that, they could warn their friends and high-tail it the hell out of there. Whatever they were planning to do with them, Harper wasn’t too keen to find out; after everything they had been through, she would not die at the hand of some strangers.
“–Anything there?” she hissed, voice still heavy with sleep. The girl wasn’t used to this; she was used to fighting her way out of situations. This was totally different.
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