A/N: Another longer chapter, I've been thinking about it all weekend, so I hope you guys like it I have a busier week now, so I hope I'll be able to update often. I can't make any promises this time when the next one will be, but I hope soon! I'm also very curious where my muse will take me with this one.

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Chapter 7

Clarke mentally slapped herself when she pressed sent after typing that last text. She hoped Lexa wouldn't think of it as going too fast.

L (12:27): :-)

After the longest two minutes of her life, Clarke let out the breath she didn't know she was holding.

She had to hurry if she wanted to see Lexa before she would see the all too familiar big boss.


Lexa walked through the park next to campus. She was feeling nervous, not sure if it was for the meeting after teaching her first class, or the knowledge that Clarke could show up any minute.

"Hey you", she heard behind her, immediately making a smile appear on her face.

Lexa stopped and turned around. The blonde almost bumped into her.

Green met a very close blue.

She cleared her throat and took a step back. Being so close to Clarke without being able to touch her was almost unbearable. She needed to create some space between them.

"Hey you", Lexa smiled.

"I got you coffee", the blonde said and offered her a Styrofoam cup.

"Thanks", Lexa said, still smiling.

Get it together, Lex, she thought to herself. The dean might pass any second now, and you don't want to get in trouble for flirting with a student.

Blue stared into green for a minute.

Suddenly a female voice broke the silence.

"Professor Woods, so good to see you got here on time. I was already hoping to meet you before the meeting."

"Dean Griffin", Lexa said, while turning around and shaking the other woman's hand. "What can I help you with?"

The face of the woman in front of her turned pale when she noticed the blonde that was with Lexa.

Shit, Lexa thought.


Shit, Clarke thought.

"Clarke", the dean said, stoic.

"Hi mom", Clarke answered, already looking for a way out.

This was bad.

Really bad.

She knew there was a strict rule on campus about student-professor interactions, and she knew her mother was the one to install the rule in the first place. Clarke knew she had to figure out some excuse quickly, or Lexa would be in a lot of trouble.

"So leading a group requires motivating a group? That's what I should get out of that chapter?" she asked Lexa, who turned around with a giant question mark in her green eyes.

"Yes, that is the most important thing. The rest are illustrations and ways to come to that conclusion. Be sure to understand all research done on the matter, mentioned in the text book."

"Okay, thank you, professor Woods", Clarke answered. "Bye mum."

"Bye Clarke. I'll call you."


Lexa saw the blonde turn away and leave. She turned back to the authoritarian woman.

"What was it you wanted to talk about before the meeting?" she asked.

"We can talk about it after the meeting too", Abby Griffin answered. "We better get going now, or we're going to be late."

Lexa followed the older woman to the conference room where they would discuss her first class.

Meanwhile, her brain just wouldn't stop working.

She was in so much trouble.

She slept with her boss' daughter. Twice. And she was planning on taking things slow with said daughter. If Abby would find out, she'd fire her on the spot.

Lexa felt her phone buzz in her pocket, but decided not to check. The dean would link the text to the girl who just left in an instant. Better to leave her in the unknown, Lexa thought.


The meeting went really well. The guy who came to follow her class was impressed by her teaching skills. If she would maintain the same level of teaching, she would be control-free in a few months.

As expected, after the meeting dean Griffin pulled Lexa apart.

"I just wanted to remind you, professor Woods, that professor-student relationships are strictly prohibited on this campus. This to maintain our good international reputation. I am aware of what happened at your last employment, with miss Costia Ice, so I wanted to make sure you knew about our policy on the matter here. If you would have a relationship with any student here, or would be assumed to have one, you will be fired immediately. Have I made myself clear?"

Lexa swallowed. So much for a fresh start.

"Crystal", she answered.

"I also have an agreement with my daughter, that I don't meddle in her life. I normally try to avoid people figuring out that she is my daughter, so that they wouldn't be tempted to give her advantages they don't give other students. I expect you to treat her the same as the others."

"I wasn't planning on it, dean Griffin. She just came to ask about something she hadn't understood during class."

"I highly doubt those were her sole intentions, professor Woods. My daughter understands everything immediately. She also has a tendency to forget her place."

Lexa was praying to every god she ever heard about that dean Griffin would never find out about her relationship with Clarke. They would both be so screwed.

"Is there anything else, dean Griffin?"

"No, that would be it. Good luck with your second class tomorrow. People are already speaking highly of you, I hope that won't change."

Lexa didn't miss the threatening tone in the woman's voice.


Lexa was already half way home when she remembered the text she got before the meeting.

C (12:58): Wanna talk about it?

She quickly composed a new message.

L (16:05): I'll be home in 5.

Her phone buzzed almost immediately after she pressed sent. Smiling to herself she realized Clarke must have been waiting for her text.

C (16:05): Come over?

Lexa decided not to answer and walked the last five minutes home. Instead of opening her own door, she knocked on Clarke's.


Clarke almost ran to her front door when she heard the knock.

When she opened it, she saw the gorgeous girl that hadn't answered her last text and left her nervous and insecure. This was the first time anyone ever got her that insecure. She looked insane, as Clarke had noticed earlier that day. A blue vest over her light grey T-shirt, and dark jeans.

"Can I come in? Or would you like to stare at me a little longer?" Lexa grinned.

"Oh, sorry! Sure, come in!" Clarke stepped back, letting the brunette enter her apartment.


Still grinning Lexa looked around the blonde's place. It was built the same way as hers, but looked far more cozy, more like a home, than hers.

"Nice place you got. I think I already know my way to the bedroom", Lexa said, her face stoic as she looked at Clarke. She saw the blonde's blue eyes instantly darken.

Lexa laughed seeing the confused look on Clarke's face.

"I think you owe me a beer, after today", she said, sitting down on the couch. "And a damn good reason why I'm here risking my job."

Watching Clarke going to the fridge to get her a beer, Lexa checked her out. The white shirt hanging loosely around her shoulders, showing the matching white tank top with just enough cleavage underneath it. The blue skinny jeans wasn't helping Lexa resisting the urge to pull Clarke close and kiss her.

She realized she had just lied to Clarke for the first time.

She could already feel a million of good reasons fluttering around in her belly to be her.

"So", she said, when Clarke gave her a beer and sat down next to her with one of her own. "Your mum."