The Bet

Clarke took a long shower and didn't waste anytime getting right into bed. Brylee walked in, tapped on the door entering the room holding two coffee mugs. Clarke sat up against the headboard and took a sip.

"Damn you said this was tea and milk?"

"Mmhm, with a little bit of honey. Do you like it?"

"I like a little milk with my tea but this is amazing, thank you." Clarke said, taking another sip. "Who was that you were talking to earlier?"

Brylee looked away avoiding Clarke's sleepy gaze. "Just room service, I didn't have honey for the tea." She said and glanced back at Clarke. "You know-" She stopped.

Clarke had fallen asleep holding the coffee mug. Brylee smiled and took it from her hands. As she stood to leave the room, Clarke spoke.

"Bry," She said quietly.

"Yeah?"

"Will you stay with me? I'm feeling kind of down and I-"

"You don't have to explain. Ofcourse I'll stay." She said and sat the mugs down on the night stand. Crawling into the bed, Brylee snuggled up next to her, closing her eyes as Clarke embraced her. Brylee laid there in silence, listening to her breathe and memorizing the pattern of Clarke's heart beat. She was fascinated, and completely lost in her thoughts.

Janet was livid as she walked through the hotel lobby. Gil noticed her and walked her way. "Dunk?" He said, quickly walking behind her. She ignored him and headed for the elevators. "Dunk! Slow down."

She glared back at him, pressed the button multiple times and tried to make her escape. He finally caught up to her.

"That's how we're doing now, you're just gonna ignore me? What did I do?" The elevator doors opened and he followed her inside. Janet looked straight ahead. He could tell she was on the verge of tears. "Will you please juat talk to me." He said but she still didn't respond. Gil looked over at the elevator button and stopped it. They both braced as it came to a sudden stop. "We are talking about this right now JanEr."

"You practically put Clarke right in Brylee's fucking hands Gil." She said looking at him with tears streaming down her cheeks.

"What are you talking about?"

"I went to see Clarke. Brylee answered the door. I asked was Clarke there, she told me no."

"What's wrong with that, maybe she went to get food or something."

"She was lying Gil. Clarke's watch was sitting on the table. I know for a fact she never goes anywhere without it."

"I did see them leave together and I'm almost sure they pulled up shortly after I did."

"See! Fuck this, I'm going back up there." She pressed the button for Clarke's floor and stumbled as Gil stopped the elevator again.

"No you're not! You're exhausted and you're taking your stubborn ass to bed Dunk."

As they entered her room, she threw her things on to the couch.

"Fucking Brylee! This is your fault Gil! It took everything in me not react. She wants her. I can't tell by the way she looks at her. "

"Okay I will take the blame for suggesting that they hang out but you won't do is blame me for Brylee's behavior. I'm not the one making that bitch act shady. And if you wouldn't have lied to Clarke in the first place," he raised his voice, " you would've have in anything to worry about!" She looked at him with hurt in her eyes.

"Oh Fuck you Gil. I don't need you to keep throwing this in my face. Don't you think I know that I messed up? I probably deserve this, but I'm not just going to sit back and let her take Clarke from me." She turning her back to him. He grabbed her hand, turned her around and pulled her into a hug.

"I'm sorry. I was out of line." He glanced at his phone. "Can we please take care of this later? We have to get some rest Dunk."

"I know, I'm gonna get ready for bed now." She said.

After showering Janet the climbed in to bed. She looked over and touched the extra pillow, wishing Clarke was beside side her. She closed her eyes to remember Clarke's touch, pretending that her hands weren't her own.

As her hands trailed down her neck, to her shoulders, she moved lower, caressing her breast. Janet pulled at her nipple rings. Her lips parted as she released a sexy and sensual moan. "Clarke." She aloud as her hands continued down to her stomach, over her pelvis and grazed the moisture between her legs. Her nails were dragging across her inner thighs. "Touch me there." She said. Her tongue traced her lips before sinking her teeth into her bottom lip.

Janet moans echoed through quiet room. Clarke's face appeared behind her closed eye lids. Dreads tickling her stomach, her inner thigh. I can smell you. Taste me Clarke. She forced her fingers inside, deep, instantly creating a puddle in the bed.

She arched her back, moaning into the air as she pushed her fingers deep into her soaked sex. "Oh my god baby." She whispered and spread her legs wider. Her toes curled as fucked herself faster. Clarke. Her breath against my neck, feeling her deep inside. Deeper baby, fill me up.

Her body was shaking, breath staggering out. "Oh make me cum baby, make my pussy cum for you Clarke." She said loudly. Her hips began to shake, she lifted them meeting her own thrusts. She grabbed the head board with her free, and threw her head back.

Janet cried out feeling herself tighten around her fingers. Curling them slightly, she cried out loudly. Tears steamed down her cheeks as she came calling Clarke's name. Her body fell back to the bed and she started to cry. She hugged the pillow beside her and cried herself to sleep.

Brylee lifted her head enough to see that clock next to Clarke's side of the bed read 3am. She glanced over at Clarke, who was sleeping peacefully next to her.

"God you're so beautiful." She whispered and touch her face gently. Clarke shifted a bit. Brylee hesitated but leaned and kissed her lips. Clarke's eyes slowly fluttered opened. "Hi sleepy head." She said. Clarke didn't say anything. She just gazed at her for a moment, touched Brylee's face and kissed her.

As they fell into a slow and passionate kiss, Brylee was trembling because was so nervous. She couldn't believe how good it felt. She allowed Clarke lay her back on the bed, feeling the weight of Clarke's body against her own.

Clarke lips touched neck, sending chills down her spine and she let out a soft moan. She gasped feeling Clarke's hand making its way up her thighs and gripped her dreads as she felt her teeth graze her shoulder.

"Wow." Brylee said. Clarke smile against her skin then pressed her lips against her ear.

"You like that?" Clarke asked. Brylee's lips parted. She licked her lips as Clarke's hand slid further towards her wetness. Clarke let out a low moan, feeling the slickness against her thighs. Brylee lifted her hips off the bed.

"Please don't tease me. Just touch me." She begged as Clarke slowly slid her panties off. She spread her legs wide allowing Clarke to see all of her.

"Do you know wanna know what pussy tastes like?" Clarke asked with a smirk. "The key is first love your own flavor." She said. Brylee moaned loudly as Clarke touched her. She was so slippery and wet. Clarke put her slick fingers Brylee's lips.

As she licked sucked Clarke's fingers, she moaned enjoying the lingering flavor of her own juices in her mouth. Clarke slid down between her legs. She took in Brylee's intoxicating aroma and blew cool air against her skin. Brylee gasped as she watched Clarke. Her lips hovered just inches away from where she longed for her to be.

"Taste me, please." She begged as she let her head fall back to the pillow. Brylee closed her eyes and rocked her hips with anticipation.

Just as Clarke was about to feast on her there was a knock on the door. She glanced up at Brylee and quickly got out of the bed.

After washing up in the restroom and Clarke walked quickly towards the door and opened it.

"Gil?"