Violentine one-shots (The Walking Dead)

Chapter LXIV: Put A Label On It.

(Basically, Just Friends Part 3. IM IN THE MOOD TO WRITE SMUT SO HERE WE GO. I'm sorry, but like... I need to write some kinky shit. Very descriptive lemon, which I haven't done in a long time btw. If you don't like it, bye.)

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It's been a week so since what happened between Clem and Vi. I've been over her house nonstop since then. But... They still don't have any label. She gets mad when Violet calls them 'Friends With Benefits', she doesn't say anything when Violet calls her a girlfriend, she gets mad when Violet refers to her as a friend...Basically leaving Violet very confused. 

Like right now... Current struggle? Trying to get Clem to give Violet some sort of clarification about where they stand. Where is Violet getting? Nowhere.

"Why can't we just be friends with benefits?" Violet asked, laying down on Clementine's bed and rested the back of her head in her hands, looking up at the ceiling. "Because... That sounds weird." Clementine replied, somewhat cringing. "Why not just be my girlfriend?" Violet looked over to her, catching her cheeks turning red. "Why can't we just not have a label?" She groaned in response. 

"You would be upset if I just go out and get a girlfriend, but you can't really because we 'don't have a label.' Right?" 

"...?"

"Okay then, put a label on us." Violet furrowed her eyebrows, knowing she got Clementine there.

Violet sat up, adjusting her body to sit up on the headboard. Clementine looked scared for a second... It wasn't anything new. "Vi..." Clem started, leaning against the wall.

 "We don't have to have a label on it. It's okay." Violet stood up and stretched. 

"It bothers you." Clementine threw her head back in frustration. "Well, duh!" Violet threw her arms up in the air, displaying anger like a five-year-old.

"Why did you just lie and say it didn't!"

"I never said that. I said it doesn't have to have a label if you don't want it to!" Violet found herself closer to Clementine.

"Why are you yelling!"

"Why don't you just say we're together?!"

"Fuck you!"

"Isn't that my JOB?!" 

"We're just friends with benefits!"

"That's bullshit."

"No, it's not because I'm not gay." Clementine looked down at her feet, trying her hardest to ignore the little amount of space between her and the jersey wearing blonde.

" ' UGH, oH ViOLEt YouR TOnGUe fEEls So GooD! dO It aGain!' Says otherwise!" Violet didn't seem to notice the lack of room between the two. 

"I'm not even that exaggerated!" 

" 'HaRdeR VIOlEt, DonT StOP.' says that that's bullshit." Violet got impossibly close to Clementine, her chest rising and falling after yelling, Clementine's doing the same. 

"Go fuck yourself," Clementine spoke out of obvious anger. Something about that turned Violet on. The angry tone coating her voice, the furrowing of her eyebrows, how she never showed this side at all... It made Violet go crazy on the inside... Like something went off in her. 

It didn't take long for her to react to what her mind was telling her to do, so she did it. 

She took Clementine's hands and pinned them onto the wall above her head, watching Clementine's glare meet hers.