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rating: mature

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category: F/F

relationships: Clarisse La Rue/Silena Beauregard

words: 15,360

“Well… yeah, I mean, I’d like you to be there. Since we’re… friends,” Clarisse says, voice hoarse. Watching Clarisse frantically try and keep her eyes off of Silena’s low-cut top is incredibly entertaining, especially when they’re standing this close. 

“Hmmm…” Silena says, though she’s already made up her mind. “You’re not very convincing…” 

Clarisse rolls her eyes, apparently catching on to Silena’s game. She nods her head, though, always up for a competition. In one swift movement, Clarisse pushes off the book shelf and presses closer to Silena, her arms coming up on either side to trap Silena against the books.  

Clarisse leans in, her curls tickling Silena’s face, and whispers in Silena’s ear, “I really want you to come, Silena.” 

Silena inhales sharply, both at the words and the way Clarisse says them. She clenches her hands into fists at her side in order to keep them away from Clarisse’s face, arms, abs—

“What are you—” Silena starts. 

Clarisse leans in again, her lips brushing the side of Silena’s neck. Dear god, Silena’s knees nearly give out. She shudders, her entire body reacting to Clarisse’s presence. 

“I can play your games, too,” Clarisse says. When she pulls away from Silena, there’s a smirk resting on her lips. “Now, are you coming to the show or not?” 

“Easy for you to say! You’re not being forced to wear a tablecloth!” 

Clarisse tugged at the toga wrapped around her, trying to make it feel less like a dress and more like anything else. She hated dresses. 

“Where do I put my weapons?” Clarisse asked. 

Reyna winced. “Um… you won’t have any.” 

“What?!” 

Clarisse smirks and flexes her arms, “Like what you saw?” 

Silena’s mouth starts watering as she watches Clarisse flex her biceps; she knows the other girl is joking, teasing, but good God is Silena ready to climb her like a tree—

“I dunno,” Silena says instead, rolling her eyes. “I was distracted by this.” 

She tugs the pink bra from Clarisse’s belt loop—the one thrown on stage by some girl up front. Clarisse’s smile turns from one of amusement to a wicked, teasing smirk. 

“Oh yeah?” Clarisse asks. “I’ll admit, that was a first for me. Did not expect it, but hey, I won’t complain.” 

“Hmmph,” Silena grunts. She shoves the garment back into Clarisse’s hands, saying, “Well, don’t let me stop you from going to find the lucky girl who threw it.”