"Clarke, you're playing with fire, I'm telling you !"

The blonde sighed. "Octavia, I know what I'm doing ok ?"

"No Clarke, you don't. First, it's illegal. Second what if finally she lodges a complaint against you huh ?!"

"You said it yourself. What we're doing is illegal. If she goes to the police, she's screwed. For the law, she'd raped me. It's safe for me."

"Yes but you're turning 18 in two months. Will you stop then ?"

Clarke smirked proudly "In two month O, she'll be so addicted to it she'll beg me to continue."

Octavia shook her head "I don't know Clarke. I think it's dangerous. What if you get busted ? I seriously admire Mrs Wilde for her stoicism and poker face. She did a great job yesterday. She looked a little flushed but nothing more."

Clarke smiled at the memory "Yeah she's a great actress." she shrugged "Well for normal people at least. With me she's like an open book."

"This isn't healthy Clarke…"

"Oh shut up ! She's mine, I can do what I want with her. She's wrapped around my little finger. I know what I'm doing so stop worrying for nothing"

"You changed Clarke… You changed so much…"

"Yeah well, people change in 5 years."

"What happened ?"

"Already told you : none of your business."

Octavia stood from where she was sitting on the ground "You know what ? Fine. Just don't get busted."

"Don't worry. I spend hours planning every single game. It cannot go wrong."

"I hope so Clarke. I really do…"

Lexa sighed for the umpteenth time this morning. Budget problems again. Just when everything was finally starting to work. Why ? Why did this fucking pipe broke ?

She looked at the Clock. Ten am. She needed a break. She got out of her office only to find Anya behind her door, ready to knock.

"Coffee ?" asked the woman brandishing her purse triumphantly with a smile.

Lexa smiled back "Yes. I think I deadly need it."

"Definitely. You look like a zombie. You sure you're alright ?"

The brunette closed her door "Yes. Just a little tense these days that's all."

They started walking down the long corridor leading to the exit "You should take some rest. Holidays maybe."

Lexa shook her head "You know I won't be able to have a good time if I go when this school needs me."

Anya sighed "Yeah. You're too devoted. I should have been the one in this office."

"Don't say that. You're sick Anya, this job could've killed you in less than a month."

Anya slapped her cousin's shoulder playfully, earning a small smirk "Hey ! Are you saying my actual job is not difficult ? I have to manage your schedule so that you can have some time to take breaks sometimes. And believe me, it's harder than you think !"

"Thanks."

"Don't mention it. But seriously you're too young for that."

"Your dad left us too soon." Lexa paused. This school was all Gustus had left "This establishment was all his life. I would've never let it go to waste."

"But tiring yourself like that isn't good."

Lexa knew why she was tired and tense most of the time lately. She knew it was definitely the blonde's fault, it was her…

As if some kind of god with a really twisted sense of humour had just heard her thoughts, Lexa's eyes met Clarke's. The girl was leaned on the lockers, a boy's arms around her waist. The blonde smirked then kissed him. When Lexa passed by them Clarke opened her eyes, smirked again and deepened the kiss, a small moan escaping her throat and the principal's heart skipped a beat. Clarke was taunting her. Lexa felt the urge to avert her eyes, her back straightening and fists clenching.

Anya that had witnessed the same thing, sighed, shaking her head "This kid is the incarnation of problem."

"What was his name ?"

Anya frowned "I'm sorry ?"

"The guy with Cl- Griffin."

"Oh. I think it's… Finn Collins ? He's new here. Arrived last month if I remember correctly. Why ?"

Why indeed. Why did Lexa asked that ? It was none of her business. "Nothing. You said it. Clarke means problems" This Lexa knew more than anyone else "If she breaks this poor boy's heart and he comes at me to cry, I can prepare what I'll say to him." It was a lie. A big one. A bad one. The brunette hoped Anya would buy it.

The dirty blonde seemed suspicious but she dropped it. Instead she took a casual air and said "Maybe she loves him."

Something in that was bugging Lexa. Probably the fact that she was convinced Clarke couldn't love anyone. Yes. It was that for sure. "I hope so." She lied.

Anya raised an eyebrow and looked at Lexa from the corner of her eyes. "She seems to really like you though." Ok maybe she hadn't dropped it completely.

In an instant Lexa was in defence mode "Impossible."

Anya shrugged "She spends all her free- no, all her should-be-in-class time with you after all."

Lexa swallowed thickly and mentally crossed her fingers for Anya not to notice. "You know a lot of students come at me to talk about their problems. This girl has issues." It was probably the truest line she had told in the past five minutes.

"She does. But still."

Lexa sighed in exasperation and her heart started to race as she was preparing her next words "Please Anya, if you have something to say, then say it."

"What I'm saying is that Clarke is cute" No she's not "And I know you feel kind of lonely since Costi-"

"Anya !" Lexa hissed.

"Sorry, sorry. But you should get over it already. The whisky bottle under in desk started to empty itself again. I'm worried Lexa."

The brunette calmed down. "I know. But I'm ok I promise. When I'll be over with those budget problems I'll take a few days far from school."

"Good." They crossed the road and entered the café in front of the school's parking. They sat down and a waitress took their order.

Finally Lexa let out the words that had been burning her tongue "Plus, she's a student. I'm not crazy Anya."

Anya rolled her eyes and sighed "I hope so. But still, keep what you just said in mind ok ?"

"Of course." Obviously Lexa had had this idea in her mind for the past almost three months now. Those words were engraved in her head. But somehow she still couldn't avoid Clarke's little games from happening at least three times a week. "How are you doing ?"

"Remission."

Lexa nodded stiffly "Good."

"Still. Despite the chemo I look more alive than you. You have a problem Lexa. You should come with me to Polis sometimes."

Lexa sighed but smiled "You know I don't like bars. Plus, I have work."

Anya smiled back, one of those caring, affectionate smiles Lexa craved "Even when we were little I couldn't win against you."

"And I'm four years younger…"

Pretending to be offended she snapped back "THREE ! Stop reminding me I'm turning thirty this year ! You sadist !"

With caffeine in her veins, Lexa felt better. She sat back at her desk and returned at her papers. One hour later she let her head fall on her desk in a loud thud.

"Damn you're literally radiating despair"

Lexa's heart stopped at the voice. She must have been really concentrated and tired not to notice the girl's arrival. "Clarke." She stated without lifting her head from her desk. She heard the blonde pass by her and stop in her back. Lexa jumped when two hands touched her shoulders, sending a shiver down her spine. Even exhausted she could feel fear sip in her bones.

"Shit you're so tense ! How are you not broken already ?"

But to Lexa's surprise the girl started to massage her shoulders. The movements weren't gentle but it felt good. The woman relaxed and closed her eyes, too tired to fight something that could make her feel good even if it was Clarke. "Where did you learned that ?" she mumbled.

"Kinda helps when your step dad is physiotherapist." Slowly Clarke's hands were trailing down Lexa's back. When she reached the woman's lower back, she did one special movement with her thumbs and automatically Lexa's back straightened and a moan escaped her lips before she could realise what had just happened. Clarke laughed "I know right ?" Lexa approved with a hum and the blonde added "Mom always says my fingers are gold, that I'd be a good surgeon."

Clarke's thumbs were massaging Lexa's nape when the brunette answered with another content hum "It's true."

Lexa didn't know why but Clarke's fingers had stopped for an instant and bad feeling started to settle in her belly again. Clarke's hands descended to the middle of her back, thumbs tracing small circles, the rest of her hand rested on the brunette's ribcage. Then lightly, slowly her hands travelled to the woman's breasts to cup them and Lexa jumped "Clarke please no, not today."

When Clarke had leaned close enough to whisper in her ears, Lexa had no idea, but when the blonde talked she could feel her warm breath on her ear and neck, sending hundreds of light shivers quickly run underneath her skin. "You need to release pressure Lexa" she said, her fingers gently grazing the brunette's breasts "Look at you, you're more knotted than my mother, it's a record. Let me take care of this for you…" A shaky breath escaped Lexa's nose as Clarke was unbuttoning her shirt and an uncomfortable heat was spreading between her legs. "Why refusing yourself something that feels good ?"

When Clarke started to nip at Lexa's earlobe, the woman had to swallow thickly and concentrate to answer "It doesn't."

Clarke had finished with Lexa's shirt when she said "Yes it does. What did I said about you lying to me Lexa ? Now I'll have to punish you !" At that she violently groped the woman's chest, earning a whimper. Lexa could feel the blonde's large smirk as she was trailing slow, languorous kisses along her neck and jaw. "You like it rough don't you" she mumbled against the sensitive skin while her hands were slipping under the purple bra.

When Clarke's palms met the shivering skin of her breasts Lexa stood, two fists tightly clenched hammering her desk "Get out !" she ordered firmly. But Clarke leaned against her back. Lexa tried to run away passing by her right but the blonde grabbed her right hand and an instant later Lexa's body was pressed against the window, face against the glass. "Clarke let go of me !"

"Make me !" she hissed in Lexa's ear and the brunette had to clench her thighs and repress a moan at the sound.

"You know I can't be violent with you, you're a student" Lexa managed to answer between two loud breaths.

"Then be a good girl and let me fuck you" at that, one of Clarke's hand tangled itself into brown hair, pulling back while the other was unclipping Lexa's bra "Let me help you." She said, kissing Lexa's neck.

The woman could feel her knees and determination weaken with each breath grazing her skin. The grip Clarke had in her hair lightened when the blonde started to trace the shape of Lexa's right breast with just a fingertip, earning thousands of goose bumps and an erect nipple. It was becoming harder and harder for Lexa to breathe through her nose only. The woman couldn't see her but she knew the blonde was grinning when she proudly said "See ? Your body likes it."

Lexa swallowed "Your hands are cold." She lied.

Clarke giggled in the crook of her neck and Lexa shivered "You know they're not." The blonde's hand left the brown mane to grip Lexa's left hip. The woman failed to repress a whimper at the loss when Clarke's right hand left her chest for her second hip "Open your eyes Lexa and tell me what you see."

Uncontrollably, Lexa did as told and suddenly she realised. She tried to step back but Clarke pushed and pressed the woman's hips firmly into the wall, forcing Lexa's bare torso to meet the glass of the window. The brunette gasped and whined, her body tensing and heart stopping instantly at the feeling of the cold material against her flushed skin. After a few open mouth breaths she recovered enough to beg "Please Clarke… Please… People could see…" At the sound of her own broken voice and the complete realisation that her bare waist was exposed to whoever could pass in front of the window, tears filled her eyes and the burning between her thighs intensified. She pleaded again "Please Clarke…"

The blonde let Lexa put some space between her body and the window just for her left hand to come back up and play with an overly sensitive nipple. As her mouth was nibbling at Lexa's bare shoulder, Clarke's right hand was undoing the button and the zipper of the brunette's pants.

Lexa could feel her heart race. She tried to concentrate to return to an even breathing but her mind was too numb. She could barely feel her legs anymore and she wondered if she wouldn't just collapse on the ground if Clarke pulled back. Fear and arousal were unpleasantly mixing in her belly and she didn't know what to do. When the few parts of her brain still working were screaming her to run away, her body was craving Clarke's touch, begging for contact and friction, pleading for release. So when the blonde's hands finally slipped down her underwear Lexa's hips bucked forward on their own volition, earning a low half growl half laugh from the blonde behind her.

"You're so wet Lexa…"

Clarke's voice was sultry and low, so low… Lexa's hips moved again but that's only when a finger reached her clit that she knew she had lost. She gave up the fight, the only thought left in her mind being 'Hurry'.

Clarke felt it, felt the shift in Lexa's behaviour, heard the long, warm sigh that escaped the woman's mouth when she finally lost every thoughts of running away. The blonde had been waiting for this to happen since the beginning, that single moment, this specific instant when moral loses its fight against body, when human abandons itself to its basic instincts. Clarke lived for that moment, for the wave of power and superiority flooding her whole being, for the urge to please her partner in the best way possible. Now she knew she had only one word to say for Lexa to submit completely. So she did. She rested the corner of her lips against the shell of the woman's ear, positioned her fingers right at Lexa's entrance and she whispered, in her most husky voice :

"Move."

Without even trying to resist, almost automatically, Lexa obeyed, swallowing two fingers inside her in a single move of her hips with strangled, moaned, 'Clarke'. And that was it. Her complete defeat. Lexa tried to think but the only thing occupying her mind was the delicious and agonizing feeling of Clarke's immobile fingers inside her and the way her inner walls were clenching around them. How tired and frustrated had she been to be so close to orgasm in such a short amount of time and ministrations, she couldn't tell. But she was close.

The blonde smiled against the soft skin right under Lexa's ears. Seeing the brunette had stilled she reiterated "Again."

And once again Lexa did as said, grinding Clarke's hand in a desperate attempt to obtain the friction and pressure she needed. She moaned loudly when she followed the blonde's next order.

"Open your eyes Lexa, look out the window"

The fear of being busted sipped back into Lexa as a new wave of arousal rushed through her entire system. The movement of her hips became more frantic and eager and her moans and whimpers more regular.

"Shhh we don't want Anya to hear us, do we…"

Lexa nodded, biting her bottom lip and a new thought flooded her mind : 'What if Anya hears us ?' She had to stop breathing to stay silent as a light orgasm hit her. But it wasn't good, wasn't enough, it was more frustrating than relieving. So when her mouth opened to breathe again a broken, instinctive 'Clarke' escaped her lips.

The blonde's first response was a low groan. She wanted to do so much more, to throw Lexa on the ground and kiss her and bite her everywhere until there were no place left unmarked on her body. She wanted to kneel down and bury her face between Lexa's legs, looking up to see her come from her tongue. But they had no time left. Soon the bell would ring and the 'warning, work in progress' signs she had settled all around Lexa's office's window wouldn't be enough to keep people from approaching. So instead she fondled the woman's breast harder and said "Clarke what ?"

Lexa moaned again. It mustn't have been more than two minutes since she had started to rock her hips but it felt like excruciating, frustrating hours had passed. So she pleaded "Clarke… Please… I-"

Clarke bucked her hips forward into Lexa's butt, earning a loud gasp. "Please what ?"

Out of breath, throwing away what was left of her pride she begged "Please Clarke, make me co-" Her last word changed into loud moan, barely muffled by the blonde's hand on her mouth when a particularly deep thrust of Clarke's fingers and the light tingle, bitter-sweet sensation of teeth digging into the flesh of her ear, made her fall appart.

She sunk to her knees, gently guided to the ground by Clarke. The blonde removed her teeth from Lexa's ear when an Iron taste grazed her tongue. She buried her face in the woman's nape and waited for Lexa's body to stop shaking and her inner muscles to calm down. After a moment she finally took her fingers out and she smiled when the brunette jumped slightly at the loss. She called softly "Lexa ?" but no response. She frowned and, calling again, she turned Lexa so that she could look at her. Her heart skipped a beat when she manipulated the body in her arms like a rag doll. "LEXA !?" She released a breath when she realised Lexa was just asleep.

"Don't scare me like that geez !"

Delicately, Clarke positioned Lexa's back against the wall. She reached for the tissue box on the desk and finally cleaned her fingers. Then she wiped the woman's teary cheeks and bloody ear.

"You look better this way." Said Clarke kissing Lexa's forehead. The woman looked tired but peaceful.

Quickly Clarke dressed Lexa and felt slightly guilty. The woman's perfectly ironed shirt was all creased. The blonde shrugged it away and stood.

"Oh god…" Her eyes widened. The window was all foggy and blurry. Lexa would kill her. She grabbed a bunch of keys in her pocket "OK which one was it again ?" she tried a few on one of the drawers of Lexa's massive desk. "Yay ! Griffin, the master of keys !" Drawer opened, the girl took out a cloth and some glass cleaner. She turned to the inanimate body "Why in hell are you locking up your cleaning equipment, seriously…" She started to 'clean' the window but when she pulled back it was even more blurry. She made a face. She really sucked at cleaning… "Well, at least no more breast prints !" She put the cleaning equipment on the desk and kneeled back between Lexa's legs. She slipped a candy in one of the brunette's hands then took a look at Lexa's ear. Her mark was there, crimson, but the bleeding had stopped. She hid it under some brown locks. Finally she kissed Lexa's lips. The absence of reaction was a little frustrating, lonely, but Lexa was resting and Clarke wouldn't wake her up for something so selfish. So she stood silently and walked to the left corner of the window, the one usually hidden behind a curtain. She blew on the glass and in the fog she wrote 'remember' with a heart. With a whispered 'good night' she left the room.

But when she passed by Lexa's assistant's door, a strong hand grabbed her arm. Clarke rolled her eyes at the anger burning in Anya's eyes. "What ?"

The woman released the blonde's arm and hissed "What have you done to her ?!"

Clarke smirked "Not so much. Just helped her relax. You know, massages and stuff" Anya passed by the girl quickly in direction of Lexa's office and this time Clarke was the one to grab her arm. "Don't ! She's asleep you'll wake her !" she growled and Anya stopped.

The woman clenched her fists "I'm tired of your little game Clarke. I won't cover for you anymore."

The girl raised an eyebrow "Really ? Because I won't stop. It was safer for Lexa with you as her watchdog but as you wish."

Anya grabbed the blonde's collar "Don't you dare say her name !"

"Anya that's enough."

At the voice the woman froze, and Clarke grinned widely.

"Anya !"

With a loud sigh and a snarl, the woman released her grip.

"Go Clarke."

The girl waved and said lightly "See you soon principal !" before exiting the small corridor.

Anya turned to Look at her friend, weakly leaned against a wall, arm crossed. "Lexa, why are you letting her do that to you ?!"

The brunette knew her friend was just worried, knew she wanted to help but… "This is none of your business. It's my life. I know what I'm doing" she lied.

"But Le-"

"Enough !" she yelled and the other woman shut down. "I'll try to take a nap. I don't want anyone in my office before at least an hour. Understood ?"

Reluctantly Anya nodded "Yes principal."