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After processing the news, Clarke and Lexa were led into a private room to remove their blood-stained clothes so they could be bagged for evidence. There was no emotion involved, it was methodical. Once it was over and they both changed into some scrubs, they were sent down to the police station, the others are already there giving their statements. It's almost 4 in the morning but the police were adamant that it was better to take their statements now whilst everything is fresh in their memory. This despite protests from Raven and Clarke who can both see that the teenagers are all far too distraught and exhausted for this night to continue much longer.
Raven and Anya had been the first two in for interview, they were still at the bar when it happened so didn't really see much of anything. Lincoln and Octavia were next, but all they could really add was the screams followed by seeing Finn fall to the floor, and the backs of who they assumed were the perpetrators running back out of the club. They were both upset that they couldn't give a better description, it was far too dark for them to see much at all.
Next it was Lexa to get called in. It could have gotten a little awkward when she was asked where she was as the stabbing happened, but in all honesty, she was far too tired to care at this point. The detective taking her statement didn't really do much to enamour himself to her.
"So, Alexa, can you describe where you were when it happened, and what you saw."
"Lexa." She sighs.
"Excuse me?"
"My name is Lexa. I didn't see anything, I was outside. I only got into the club after it had happened, when Octavia came to get me."
"What were you doing outside?" The smarmy detective seems intrigued.
"I was with my friend while she was having a smoke."
"Your friend?"
"Clarke Griffin."
"Your teacher?" He raises an eyebrow as he speaks.
Lexa just shrugs. "I didn't want to stay on the dance floor by myself, and I didn't want to leave Miss Griffin outside by herself."
"What were you talking about with your teacher?" He almost sniggers.
Lexa really cannot be bothered with this anymore. "Is it that hard to believe that a student and teacher might have the ability to have an adult conversation? I am 18 after all?"
"Fair enough."
The interview continued to cover what happened when she got back into the club, by the time she was excused she really was dead on her feet. She was surprised to see Clarke waiting for her in the waiting room. She slides down into the chair next to her, and glances at her watch.
"It's almost 5am. What are you still doing here?"
Clarke rubs her eyes, and yawns. "Well everyone else's parents came for them, so I thought I'd wait until yours got here so I could make sure that you all got home okay."
Lexa sighs. "We'll be waiting a while for my parents to arrive."
"Did the police not call them?" Clarke is confused.
"They probably tried. But I don't know my father and my Mom is probably smashed?"
Clarke looks confused, Lexa explains. "My Mums an alcoholic, she won't be coming to pick me up any time soon."
Clarkes not sure she was ready for that bombshell on today of all days. But she swallows the emotion it stirs in her and rises from her seat, before offering the stunning brunette her hand. Lexa tiredly accepts, and once she's on her feet she looks quizzically at her teacher.
"You can crash on my couch."
Lexa is too tired to over think this, all she knows is that's she's exhausted and she doesn't want to be alone right now, so she follows her teacher out into the fresh cool morning air.
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Clarke provided Lexa with some pyjamas, and the younger woman tiredly trudges back into her teachers front room wearing the bright blue bottoms and black vest; Clarke is just setting up her couch with her spare pillow and quilt.
"You can take my bed if you want? I really don't mind." It's been a traumatic night for Clarke, she imagines it's been 100 times worse for Lexa; giving up her bed seems like a small sacrifice.
"The couch is fine." Lexa smiles, Clarke can see its genuine. "I doubt I'll sleep anyway."
Clarke sits on the impromptu bed, and gestures for Lexa to do the same. The brunette collapses onto the couch, and much as she did in the hospital waiting room, she rests her head-on Clarke's shoulder; the difference this time, is that Clarke has no reservations about putting her arm around her student and pulling her into a hug.
Clarke doesn't speak she just wants to provide comfort and let Lexa know that she's here for her; her actions seem to have the desired effect. She feels Lexa snuggle into her side then the youngster continues to speak.
"I can't believe how quickly that night changed from amazing to awful." She sighs. "It literally flipped within the space of a few seconds."
Clarke is transported back to the kiss they shared just before all hell broke loose, it feels like it was a lifetime ago now. She sighs, Lexa catches its.
"Don't take it away from me yet Clarke. I can't cope with you telling me it was a mistake at this precise moment in time." Lexa closes her eyes.
Clarke knows it was a mistake, she knows that deep down Lexa knows it too. But she won't say it out loud, she can't; and not just for Lexa's sake. So instead she kisses Lexa on the temple. "Try and get some sleep. Everything else can wait until tomorrow."
Lexa nods and watches as Clarke makes her way upstairs to bed. Lexa settles down, she may as well try and get some sleep. She's secretly hoping that when she wakes up all of this will have been a really bad nightmare.
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It's around midday when Lexa wakes up, she managed a couple of hours' sleep, which is better than nothing. She tiredly stretches and glances around the room, she remembers Clarke's front room, her hope that last night may have been a dream, dashed. She can't see Clarke, but she can hear her, it sounds like she's rattling about in the kitchen. Lexa decides to go and investigate.
Clarke smirks as her student stumbles into her kitchen, she looks adorable. "Sorry, did I wake you?"
Lexa waves her arm in a way that conveys that she isn't bothered, she can't actually speak as she's stifling a huge yawn. Clarke laughs. "How are you feeling?"
"I still feel like yesterday wasn't real. I feel like sleep was a good idea." She smiles as she sits at the counter and Clarke places a mug of coffee in front of her.
"What are your plans for the day?"
Lexa shudders at Clarke's question. "I'm going to have to go over to the Collins', I need to make sure his mum and dad are okay. No doubt all the guys will head there too, so I can make sure they're all surviving too." She shrugs her shoulders.
Clarke is worried. "They're really lucky to have you Lexa; what I'm worried about, is who's going to make sure you're okay?"
"I'm used to having to take care of myself; but me and the guys, we all have each other's backs. I'll be just fine."
Clarke reaches over a grabs her hand. "Well if you need any extra support, I'm here."
Lexa smiles, but she knows she shouldn't get her hopes up. "We should talk about what happened between us last night." She continues nervously. "I know it's massively inappropriate because you're my teacher, and you probably think it was a huge mistake."
Clarke squeezes the hand she is still holding. "The last thing you need to be worrying about right now is me and you. But for the record, I don't think it was a mistake, not the kiss. The circumstances could be better. But that's something we can talk about another time okay. I'm here for you right now."
"Thank you." Lexa can't help the smile that erupts into her face, at Clarke's admission that she didn't think the kiss was a mistake.
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Clarke loaned Lexa some clothes before dropping her off at home so she could get comfortable in her own clothes. Lexa then made her way over to Finns house, and it's his front door that she finds herself standing in front of now. She swallows hard, she knows she needs to get her shit together before she enters. She needs to be strong, she can't fall apart in front of everyone again like she did at the hospital last night. She lets herself into the Collins residence, like she has done a million times before, and trudges through to the kitchen; she isn't remotely surprised to see the whole gang already there. Octavia sitting on Lincolns knee, Anya slung back in her chair, her face still awash with disbelief. Bellamy has a different expression on his face, he looks agitated, he looks angry. Mr and Mrs Collins look like they got even less sleep than Lexa did, they look drained.
Lexa sinks into an empty chair at the dining room table, next to Mrs Collins, who immediately gives her a small smile and pulls her into a hug, she doesn't let go, and Lexa just clings onto the older woman like her life depends on it. And that's how they all stay, silent in each other's company, taking comfort from it, comfort of knowing that they all loved Finn very much, and he was the sole reason why everyone in this room is as close as they are. Lexa couldn't even hazard a guess at how long they all stayed there like that in a comfortable silence. It's not until the house phone rings, and Mrs Collins moves into the front room to answer it, closely followed by her husband that anyone even thinks about speaking.
The teenagers become fidgety, Octavia slides off of Lincoln's lap and into a seat of her own, Anya moves forward so her arms are now resting on the table in front of her. Lexa finally decides to break the silence.
"What the fuck happened last night?"
Her stare is firmly on Bellamy, knowing that he was with Finn at the time of the attack, and he doesn't disappoint.
He practically spits out. "It was the Azgeda."
This confuses Lexa no end, to the point that she almost laughs, Bellamy's suggestion is so ludicrous. "The Azgeda?" She doesn't hide the exasperation from her tone.
Bellamy looks a little sheepishly, he can hardly believe it himself, but he knows what he saw. Lexa has no problem with vocalising her questions and apparent frustration at Bellamy's suggestion.
"Bellamy why on earth would the Azgeda want to attack Finn."
"I don't know."
Lexa doesn't stop. "They're a gang Bell, but they're not stupid, they don't just attack without good reason."
"Maybe the fact that Finn is Skikru was a good enough reason."
Lexa can't stop the jaded laugh that falls from her lips. "Finn's family has links to the ancient Skikru tribe Bell. He had no affiliation to the misguided gang that the tribe has become." Lexa struggles to get her head around it. "If anything, if they decided they were going to attack the descendants of the tribes they don't like, you would think me, Anya and Linc would be higher on the list than Finn; the Azgeda have a much bigger hatred for the Trikru."
Lincoln starts to think out loud. "Maybe they thought he was Trikru, we were in a club of the same name."
Bellamy shakes his head emphatically. "Nope. No way. This was targeted. They came in headed straight for Finn and then left, it was Finn they came for. The Azgeda are far too meticulous for a case of mistaken identity."
Lexa voices another of the many questions. "What makes you think this was the Azgeda anyway?"
"It was a hit Lex I swear." Lexa can tell from his eyes that he really believes it; Bell continues. "They were both dressed in black from head to toe, hoods up, with bandanas covering their faces."
Lexa couldn't deny, everything that Bellamy was telling her, it sounds like a hit by the Azgeda, but she can't bring herself to believe that they would be so reckless as to attack a defenceless 17-year-old for no reason, if it was the Azgeda, there had to be more too it.
Bellamy can see that Lexa is coming around to his story, so he takes his chance. "The question is, what are we going to do about it?"
Lexa's head snaps up, he can't be serious, can he? The expression on his face tells her that he is in fact deadly serious. "What can we possibly do about it Bell?"
"Isn't it obvious?" He looks not just at Lexa, but the rest of the room, apparently, it isn't obvious. He shakes his head, he's going to have to spell it out for his friends. "We need to avenge Finns death."
Lexa can't contain her laughter anymore, Bellamy is being ridiculous. "Let me get this straight, you want the five of us to take on the Azgeda gang, on some whim. Tell me Bellamy, what do we do if it turns out it wasn't the ice nation after all?" Lexa uses the English translation of the gang's name.
Bellamy doesn't have an answer for that. Lexa continues. "We do not want to be getting involved in gang warfare. If we do the most likely outcome is that we end up like Finn, in a body bag."
This makes everyone flinch. Bellamy knows he has no chance of anyone backing him if Lexa doesn't, so he decides to attack. "It's no surprise that you don't want to do this for Finn; it's not like you've really given a shit about any of us recently Lex. A certain blond teacher seems to have taken all of your attention. I mean where even were you last night?"
Lexa knows what he's doing, but that doesn't mean his words don't hurt, particularly about her absence last night. She decides to let the group show where their loyalties lie.
She looks out across the others. "If anyone wants to follow Bellamy and his hair brained plan, and end up dead, then please feel free. I will not be joining you on your crusade. I respect Finn his memory and his family too much to get involved in such ridiculousness."
Anya has no hesitation. "I stand with you Lex, we need to let the police do their job."
Lincoln is a millisecond later. "I'm with you Lex."
Bellamy looks at his sister, who holds his gaze until she is too on her feet. "I stand with you Lexa." It's only after she's finished speaking that she looks over at her best friend and offers a small smile. Bellamy couldn't even get his own sister to back him up.
"When you guys remember that blood must have blood, come and find me." Bellamy practically runs out of the kitchen, and the slam of the front door follows shortly after. Everyone left in the room sinks back into their chairs.
Lexa looks over at Octavia, who looks on the verge of tears. "He's hurting O." The brunette nods in agreement. "But you have to get through to him, or he's going to end up dead."
Octavia knows that Lexa is right, and she damned if she's going to lose her brother as well as her best friend.
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Lexa's legs have brought her here, her mind on default. She knows she shouldn't be here, but that doesn't stop her from reaching out and knocking on the black wooden door emblazoned with the numbers 2 and 3 in front of her. She holds her breath and silently hopes that Clarke answers. She isn't disappointed.
Clarke is surprised to see her student standing there, but that emotion is quickly overtaken by worry when she takes in the look on the younger woman's face.
"Lexa, hey." She has no hesitation with her next sentence. "Come on in."
She guides Lexa through the door and into her living room. Lexa knows she should at least try to formulate a sentence. "I'm sorry, I didn't know where else to go."
It comes out quietly and it break Clarke's heart. As she's found herself doing a lot over these past few days, she pulls her student into a hug. "Hey, I told you I was here for you." She plants a kiss on the brunette's temple. "You're welcome here anytime."
Clarke smiles and is delighted when Lexa reciprocates. "You look exhausted. Why don't I make up your bed on my couch again?"
Lexa just nods, it's almost as if Clarke's words have made her realise just how tired she actually is; she collapses onto the couch whilst Clarke heads off into the bowels of the house to find her spare quilt, and pillows. She's greeted a few moments later by a pillow being thrown at her head and a brilliant grin from Clarke. Lexa can't help but grin back, she adjusts the pillow so it's under her head and makes herself comfortable. Clarke passes her the pyjamas she lent her the night before, before placing the folded duvet on her student's legs.
"I'm going to head up to bed." She sits on the couch next to Lexa's legs as she speaks. "That will give you the privacy to get changed."
Lexa smirks. "I don't mind an audience." Clarke laughs, and Lexa is sure it's the most wonderful sound she's ever heard.
"Well as much as I'm sure I'd enjoy the show." Clarke mentally berates herself, but she can't help but flirt with the stunning brunette. Her gaze drops to her lips for a second, and she remembers just how good the kiss they shared on Friday night was. She quickly recovers though, shaking her head.
"You look like you need the sleep. Just shout up if you need anything."
Lexa just nods, too delighted by Clarke's flirting to form an actually response. Her heart actually stops beating when Clarke leans down and kisses her on the cheek. "Good night Lexa."
Lexa swallows, her throats dry, she still can't believe the affect her teacher has on her. "Good night Clarke."
She watches as Clarke heads up the stairs which actually start in the front room, meaning she's able to watch the blonde right up to the top. When she's out of view, Lexa finally exhales, and lets her head flop back onto the pillow. What is she doing, should she really be trying to start something up with her teacher, in the midst of everything that is happening regarding Finn; does she really want Clarke to risk losing her job, well she knows the answer to that instantly; of course, she doesn't want Clarke to lose her job and ruin her career over her, she would be devastated. But deep down she knows, that if she ever gets the opportunity to kiss Clarke again, she won't be able to refuse it.
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It's loud, and it takes Clarke a few second to fully wake up to the noise; but when she does she realises it's an awful scream, coming from downstairs; Lexa. As soon as she works it out in her head, she flies out of bed and down her stairs, she sees the younger woman, thrashing about on the couch. It's a dream; she's having a nightmare. Thank god is Clarke's first thought, the volume of the sound coming from the brunette was so loud, that she was genuinely worried that she was going to be faced with Lexa being brutally murdered in her living room.
She makes it to the couch in record time and pulls Lexa into her arms, and starts to attempt to sooth her, much like she did at the hospital when she was having a panic attack. It's not long before flailing arms become still, and Lexa's breathing evens out. She slowly opens her eyes and focuses on Clarke, these green eyes are going to be the death of her, they are filled with confusion at present, as Lexa attempts to work out what has happened in her own mind. Clarke allows her the time she needs, and keeps stoking up and down Lexa's arms, trying to provide additional comfort.
Lexa focuses on the bright blue eyes staring back at her, filled with concern, and she slowly starts to piece together what's happening; it was a nightmare that much is obvious, in her dreams she was back at the nightclub, but this time it was Clarke getting stabbed as well as Finn, Lexa couldn't do anything to protect her in her dream, she knows that she would die before she would let anything happen to the gorgeous blonde in reality. Lexa is so relieved that Clarke is okay, once she gets past that initial worry, she takes in the closeness between them, Clarke had obviously pulled her into a bear hug to try and calm her down, and as a result their chests are still in contact, and she can feel Clarke's breath mingling with her own.
Clarke sees clarity appear on Lexa's face, and the confusion in her eyes, is replaced by something else. Unmistakably desire, her emerald eyes transform, they're a shade darker than they were a few moments ago. Lexa watches in awe as Clarke's pupils dilate. The older woman clearly wants this as much as she does. This gives Lexa the confidence to lean forward and capture Clarke's lips with her own.
As she was at the nightclub, she's fully prepared for her teacher to pull away, but once again, much to Lexa's delight Clarke doesn't. Clarke can't help herself, Lexa lips appear to have magical powers, the ability to make her forget that she is about to make a huge mistake; instead of pulling back, which she knows she should, she tries to pull Lexa in impossibly closer, she's actually clawing at the younger woman's back, trying to get deeper into the kiss. It's not long before Lexa's tongue has gained entrance into her mouth, and it's almost like a duel between them, to try and taste more of the other; it's heated and filled with desire, desire that Lexa can't help but take further.
Her hands that had just been in Clarke's hair, pulling the blond closer into the kiss, now move to the black vest that Clarke clearly wears to sleep in, and she pulls it over the older woman's head. Lexa breaks the kiss to allow herself to take in the now topless blonde, Clarke obviously doesn't wear a bra to bed, and Lexa is eternally grateful for that fact now. Stunning.
She lets her eyes linger for a second, and Clarke doesn't think she's ever been looked at like this before, she expected to be more nervous, I mean she is essentially flashing a pupil, but Lexa looking at her like she's the most glorious thing she's ever seen, does something to Clarke; she has no hesitation when Lexa's lips are forcefully back on her own, their tongues recommence their previous battle.
Lexa's hands start by gently cupping Clarke's breasts, and it's not long before she starts working her magic on her nipples, causing Clarke to growl into the kiss. The noise vibrates through Lexa, she wants to make it her mission in life to make Clarke make more noises like that. Clarke is frustrated when Lexa breaks their kiss for a second time; but it's a millisecond later that Lexa lips are back on Clarke, this time on her neck, kissing at sucking at her pulse point, cause Clarke to throw her head back, between Lexa's mouth on her neck and her hands on her nipples she thinks she might actually be in heaven.
Lexa continues her descent, and it's not long before she closes her lips around one of Clarke's now very erect nipples. Clarke immediately grabs both of hands into Lexa's hair, holding her in place. Lexa delights at the moan that falls from Clarke's lips as she makes the movement. Lexa kisses across Clarke's chest and takes the other nipple into her mouth.
Clarke looks down, at the younger woman, gently licking and sucking at her nipples, and marvels at the feelings that Lexa is inducing. But she also has a moment of clarity; her brain for some frustrating reason reminds her that the young woman, currently delighting in wrapping her tongue around a very turned on nipple is her student. It's like a bucket of ice cold water. Clarke removes herself from the couch by standing up, and thus removes her breast from Lexa's mouth. Lexa is shocked by the sudden loss of contact, she looks up and realises that Clarke has gotten cold feet, the look of pure terror in in face, combined with the fact that she has her arms crossed over her boobs, meaning Lexa can't see them anymore is confirmation of that.
Lexa isn't quite ready to give up on this yet. She wants it, she needs it. She stands from the couch and starts to slowly move towards Clarke, for every step that the brunette takes forward the blonde takes one back. They continue like this until Clarke's naked back hits the wall of her front room, right at the bottom of the stairs that lead directly up to her bedroom.
She holds her breath and watches as Lexa, doesn't take another step forward, but instead, reaches down to the hem of her own vest, the vest that Clarke had given her to change into a few hours ago; and pulls it over her head, meaning that they are both topless now. Clarke can't avert her eyes like she knows she should, she takes in Lexa's beauty, her perfectly formed breasts down to her flat toned stomach, which are boarded by wide hips.
It appears that Lexa hasn't finished there, Clarke continues to watch in awe, as she pulls off her pyjama bottoms and underwear in one fail swoop. Clarke swallows and discovers that her mouth is dry, at the sight of this beautiful woman, standing naked in front of her. It's all this point that Lexa takes a final step forward, Clarke tries to take one back, but just hits the wall again.
She is frozen, mesmerised by Lexa; who reaches out and grabs Clarke's hand before placing the older woman's fingers against the wetness that is pooling between her legs. Clarke gasps, shudders and closes her eyes. Lexa is soaked.
Her heart leaps into her throat when Lexa leans into her ear and whispers. "Look how much I want this."
Clarke actually whimpers at Lexa's words; and regains a little of her brain function as Lexa lets her hand drop. But it's only momentarily, as the brunette drops to her knees, and Clarke loses the ability to breath once again. Lexa slowly; slowly enough for Clarke to stop her if she wants to, mirrors what she did with her own pyjama bottoms and underwear; she gently slides the garments down Clarke's legs. Clarke finds that her body is betraying her again, she steps out of the final pieces of clothing, and her breath hitches again, as Lexa stands back up, almost pressed against Clarke. She slips her hand down between Clarke's legs; this time it's Lexa that shudders, Clarke is so wet; the older woman feels a little embarrassed at just how wet she actually is.
Lexa pulls her hand away and brings her fingers up to her face to inspect them, Clarke inwardly cringes at the younger girls glistening fingers.
Lexa looks her dead in the eye. "Look how much you want this."
Clarke can't deny it, but she's hoping Lexa isn't expecting her to formulate a verbal answer. Lexa looks back to her fingers and decides that one way or another she is going to taste Clarke tonight. She places one of her coated fingers into her mouth and delights in the taste as she licks it clean. She then follows suit with her other fingers. Clarke eyes widen as she watches the younger woman, she really isn't playing fair here. Once finished, she looks back to Clarke, who's usually bright blue eyes are now pure black; Lexa pins her with a stare that Clarke knows is basically an 'it's your move'.
Clarke feels her will power fading away, all she can do is look at Lexa's lips and think about how much she wants to taste herself on them. Her resolve vanishes, and she pounces on Lexa, she loves kissing this woman, it's intoxicating. She can't get enough of the brunette. The kiss is full of passion, and need it's all tongues and teeth clashing. Lexa quickly pushes her hand back down into Clarke's wetness, and it sends shivers down her spine just how ready the blond is for her. She seeks out her clit, and starts to rub slow circles, Clarke bites Lexa's lip at the sudden sensation, and there's that growl again. It causes Lexa to up her pace, she knows that Clarke needs release as much as she does.
Clarke's hand quickly seeks out Lexa's clit and she starts to match Lexa's pace, causing Lexa to break the kiss and bite down on Clarke's collar bone. Fuck she is going to come so quickly, and it seems that Clarke is going to have the same issue.
They are matching each other stroke for stroke, and it's becoming more and more frantic, the two women are grinding into each other, both desperate for release. The panting from both of them becomes more and more short and sharp. Clarke starts to whimper and Lexa knows she's close, she forces herself to look up into Clarke's eyes, and she is just in time to see Clarke's eyes roll back into her head; as the older woman loses herself to her orgasm, and the sight is all it takes for Lexa to join her. Neither of them slows their pace, wanting to make sure that the other, falls fully over the edge. It's not long before both of them become rigid, and then collapse into each other, barely staying upright.
Clarke's head drops to Lexa's shoulder, her senses are heightened, she feels the sweat on the younger girl's body, she tastes salty on her skin, Clarke's own sweat, mingling in with the rest. Clarke's current mindset is well she's gone this far she may as well go the whole hog now; to be honest after what's just happened she doesn't think she could resist Lexa anyway. She gently pulls on one of Lexa's many braids, causing bright green eyes to meet her own, she sees them flash with worry, Lexa obviously thinking that Clarke is going to tell her that what just happened was a huge mistake.
Instead Clarke smiles, she could get used to seeing Lexa like this, rosy cheeks and sweaty brow. She doesn't speak, she just grabs Lexa's hand and pulls gently indicating that she wants the younger woman to follow her. Lexa feels euphoric when she realises that Clarke is pulling her upstairs, towards her bedroom. Clarke needs this and so does Lexa, Clarke will face the consequences tomorrow, tonight she intends on keeping Lexa up all night.
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