Everything was right. Everything was perfect. Clarke snuggled even closer, reveling in the warmth and closeness of Lexa's body. She nuzzled her nose through thick silky hair, pressing her body flush against Lexa from behind. They had fallen asleep in their wolf forms on top of the covers and had reverted back to their human forms at some point during the night.
"Good morning." Lexa mumbled, a soft smile in her voice.
"It sure is." Clarke hummed in reply.
Clarke's voice was slightly muffled by Lexa's hair, lips curling into a smile of her own. Her finger tips ran gently up the outside of Lexa's thigh, over the slight curve of her hips, before reaching and wrapping once again around her middle. Clarke placed a gentle kiss on Lexa's shoulder, and then another and then another. She ran her tongue along the nape of her neck, gently catching the lobe of Lexa's ear between her teeth. Clarke's hands weren't idle either though, the one beneath Lexa, able to reach far enough to clutch a soft but pert breast, the other slipping between Lexa's legs, stroking sensually, up and down her inner thighs. It was a good morning, and the sun wasn't even up yet, the moonlight gleaming silver off the curves of Lexa's body.
Lexa lifted her knee, exposing herself in blatant invitation, but Clarke's fingers continued to linger, avoiding Lexa's center, while still stoking the growing need radiating from within. Lexa let her eyes flutter shut, sucking both lips into her mouth between her teeth, stifling the soft sigh she felt building in her chest. Everywhere Clarke's fingers trailed seemed to bloom with goosebumps, the tingling warmth within her core quickly growing into desirous heat. A needy ache. She felt herself growing wet, struggling to keep her hips from beginning to move all on their own.
Suddenly her self-control snapped. Lexa spun herself with startling ease within Clarke's embrace. Her hand came up, her thumb at Clarke's ear, her long fingers curling around, pressing into the back of Clarke's neck as she pulled Clarke in, and their lips crashed together in a desperately heated kiss. Her other hand tangled in a fist of blonde locks, a desirous moan escaping her lips. She tossed a long slender leg over Clarke's body, her needy center coming into contact with Clarke's hip, another moan, louder and more urgent, brought forth as she ground her body against Clarke's.
"Shit." Lexa muttered, pulling back just enough to grab a breath.
Clarke seized the opportunity, her brilliant blue eyes blazing as the scent of Lexa's arousal was already filling the room. In one swift motion she lifted her hips, wrapped an arm around Lexa's waist, and flipped both of them, so that Lexa landed flat on her back. Lexa whimpered at the lose of contact, and Clarke silenced her with a soft growl. Clarke was straddling Lexa's hips, a hand dipping down, cupping Lexa's dripping sex, the heat radiating outwards as Clarke's fingers plied gently between swollen lips. Clarke positioned herself to grind against her own wrist, as first one finger, but quickly a second, pushed gently at Lexa's entrance. Her back arched, her pert breasts rising, the ring of muscle yielding while her center squeezed down on the invading, probing fingers. Clarke began fucking Lexa slow and deep, her hips and fingers moving in sync. She lowered her mouth to Lexa's, pushing her tongue between Lexa's lips.
Lexa's hands grasped at the back of Clarke's head, her hips rising to meet Clarke's fingers at every thrust. Fervent mewling sounds bubbled up from Lexa's throat, as her fingers clenched into fists in Clarke's curls.
Clarke finally broke away from the kiss, drawing a gasp from Lexa as she sucked in a deep breath of much needed oxygen. Lexa's hands were suddenly removed from Clarke's hair, as Clarke took both her wrists in one hand, raised them over her head and pinned them against the pillows. A grin twitched at the corner of Lexa's mouth as she gave Clarke the benefit of a half-hearted struggle, her body arching up, pressing flush against Clarke's. Her lips uttering Clarke's name, letting it drip lustfully off her tongue again and again. Her mantra in Clarke's honor was interrupted only by a deep, low moan, dragged from the depths of her chest as Clarke's teeth dragged over the pulse point of Lexa's throat. The desperate sound in turn elicited a possessive growl to emanate from Clarke's chest.
"Mine." The growl came out. Low and husky.
"Yours." Lexa agreed, tilting her chin up, submitting fully. Clarke's breath hitched in her throat, her tempo increasing, both of their bodies sliding smoothly together, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, glowing in the moonlight that poured into the room through the full wall of glass. Clarke pressed her forehead against Lexa's, her hips rolling heavily, quickly.
"When... when is... y-your heat?" She demanded, in a panting voice. The only stray thought that could even reach Clarke's mind at that point.
"Soon." Lexa whined, feeling Clarke's fingers pressing harder, faster. To be honest she didn't know. She'd lost track since Mount Weather. Hell, at the moment she couldn't even recall what day it was. "Soon." She repeated, as if she was trying to reassure herself. She did know that since her previous heat had been cut off so abruptly, and since Clarke had made herself so... readily available, her next heat would be returning earlier than normal and it would return with vengeance. That thought was all it took to be honest. Her legs wrapped around Clarke's waist, her ankles locking beneath Clarke's backside. Her head swam with thoughts of their mating, Clarke's cock taking her, knotting her, claiming her. In that moment she wanted to be mated with Clarke more than anything. "Oh god, take me." Lexa growled.
Clarke's mouth moved back down to Lexa's throat, she ached to bond with Lexa, settling for the next best thing. She'd make sure the whole damn pack knew Lexa was hers. Her hips thrust hard, her fingers pressed deeper, curling slightly, and her teeth closed over the pulse of Lexa's throat, digging into soft flesh, leaving a long-lasting mark of possession.
Lexa's body bucked hard up against Clarke's, her pussy clamping down on Clarke's fingers, her arms suddenly free, instantly being flung around Clarke's neck, nails digging into Clarke's shoulders. A surge of liquid heat spilling from her core, as Clarke's own climax rocked her simultaneously. She could feel her own come trailing down over the back of her hand, between her fingers, where it mixed with Lexa's and added to the wet, 'schlicking' sounds. The only sound to be heard other than their shared cries, moans, growls and whimpers as they continued fucking each other through their mutual orgasms.
It seemed to last forever. Neither sure if it would ever stop, until finally, with a heavy shudder, Clarke's body finally fell slack, collapsing gently on top of Lexa. The room was silent save for their heavy breathing. Both laid completely still excluding the occasional tremor of a post-orgasmic aftershock. Clarke slipped her fingers gently from Lexa's body, lifting them to her mouth as she let her weight settle to the side, still lying half atop Lexa. On her fingers she could taste both of their similar yet distinct flavors, and as her blue eyes locked on Lexa's green, she put her fingers to Lexa's lips and let Lexa have a taste of their blended juices as well. Lexa suckled Clarke's fingers gently, but thoroughly, making sure to savor every bit she could, running her tongue over, around and between Clarke's fingers, before finally releasing them with sensual grin and a gentle 'pop' of her lips.
They settled then, finally. Clarke nuzzling herself into the crook of Lexa's neck. Every now and again a soft whimper could be heard, but besides that, neither made a sound for a long time, and by the time their breathing had began to return to normal, both had started drifting back off to sleep.
— — —
Anya's slammed on the brakes, letting her car skid to a stop in the gravel driveway. The 'thunk' she heard as Gustus' head came into hard contact with the back of her seat, made her smile. She stepped out from behind the wheel, taking a moment to stretch herself out. She'd made good time from Washington, DC. Making the six hour drive straight through though, with only Gustus for company was boring as hell. He was a shitty conversationalist.
Opening the rear door, Anya unlocked the cuffs, and dragged him out of the car and into the house. It was dark and quiet, or at least it had been. Now the foyer was filled with Gustsus' heavy footfalls, and labored grunts. He didn't struggle too much, but Anya probably yanked and pushed him this way and that, more than she needed to. She guided him roughly down to the basement, where a cell of iron bars was built into the house's foundation. He tensed when he realized Anya's intentions, but she continued pushing him forward.
"This is for your own good." She growled, pushing him into the cell and closing the door behind him. She made sure it was securely locked, and there was nothing that he could reach through the bars.
"What the hell is this?" A voice asked from the steps. Anya turned to see Indra descending, observing the scene in the basement.
"Gustus has some explaining to do." Anya said. "Where's Lexa?"
Indra tilted her head to peer around Anya, her eyes inspecting Gustus as she spoke. "Her and Clarke went for a run earlier this evening." Indra said. "They're probably nuzzled up together somewhere nice and cozy in the woods."
Anya heard the bitter scoff from behind her, and she turned, shooting a hardened glare at her prisoner.
"Looks like you better get comfortable." She told Gustus. She nodded to Indra, indicating that they should go back upstairs. "Come on," she said. "I'll tell you what I found out."
— — —
When Clarke woke again, the sun had still yet to peak over the horizon, the sky instead a deep, heavy violet color. Clarke propped herself up on her elbow, noticing the stunning silhouette of Lexa's body clearly outlined in front of the full-height windows. She allowed herself a moment to let her eyes traverse those long, slender legs, up over the gentle curve of her tight, round ass and up the slope of her smooth, elegant back. As if she could feel Clarke's eyes raking lewdly over her body, and sense the sinful direction of Clarke's thoughts, Lexa turned her head, throwing a gentle smirk over her shoulder, before turning back to whatever she'd been looking at. Clarke felt her chest rising and falling heavily as her fingers itched to roam over that perfect body, and then she was suddenly up and crossing her room. She stepped up close behind Lexa, wrapping her arms around her lover's waist once more. Her new favorite place for her arms. She rested her chin on Lexa's shoulder, taking a peek at what had so thoroughly captured Lexa's attention. It was the painting. Sitting completed, and all but forgotten on Clarke's easel, the one of the landscape view from her window, with the shadowy silhouette of Lexa's profile layered overtop of it.
"It's beautiful." Lexa said, in a soft and fragile sounding voice.
"You're beautiful." Clarke replied, squeezing Lexa gently, placing her lips gently on Lexa's shoulder. Lexa let her head fall back against Clarke's, as Clarke's lips moved up her shoulder to her favorite spot in the crook of Lexa's neck.
Lexa let her eyes flutter shut, her mind refusing to allow this peaceful moment to be intruded upon by the thoughts lurking deep at the back of her consciousness. Thoughts of Azgeda, Mount Weather, the General, Gustus. All things that could wait. Would wait. Lexa turned in Clarke's arm, chewing slightly on her bottom lip as her eyes locked on Clarke's.
Lexa's lips parted silently with words she wanted to say, needed to say, words that tripped over and got caught behind the sudden lump in her throat. Lexa's pale green eyes glistened wetly in the moonlight. Her pupils had engulfed the color nearly in total. Whether that was Lexa's desire, or the low lighting- 'fuck it,' Clarke thought, it didn't matter which it was. Without another thought she leaned in and pressed her lips against Lexa's. Lexa moaned gently into the tenderness of the kiss, her body melding weakly into Clarke's with a subtle shiver.
Clarke pulled away. "I love you." Clarke said, her voice soft, but clear.
"I love you too." Lexa said, coming almost as a gasp of relief, her chest swelling tightly. The warmest smile spread across her features, even as she blinked several times and her wet eyes streamed silently down her cheeks. Clarke smiled at her gently, wiping away the tears, cupping her face tenderly and kissing her again, and then again.
She didn't stop. She held each kiss slightly longer then the last. She pressed each time a little harder, each time putting that much more passion into it. Her body yearned for Lexa in ways she'd never experienced yearning before. She had never desired anyone so much. Not the touch, not the taste, not the long-lasting, loving looks.
"I love you." Clarke breathed again, pushing every possible bit of emotion into those words that she could, but still it didn't seem enough. They stood together as one, pressed together from their thighs to her chests, Clarke's forehead was tilted against Lexa's and their noses nuzzled softly against each other. Lexa's bottom lip trembled, that is until Clarke sucked it into her mouth, nibbling gently with her teeth.
Lexa let a soft whimper, both appreciative yet pleading. Then Clarke was walking her slowly backwards. A sharp gasp of shock broke free from her lips as Lexa's back was pressed against the cold, hard glass window. Her gaze fixed on Clarke's, Clarke's blue eyes hooded, and as dark as a stormy ocean, yet they caught the moonlight and blazed with lust. Clarke's hands firmly gripped Lexa's hips, and she spun Lexa around. Lexa looked out over the woods, still mostly deep in shadow, the treetop swaying gently in a silent breeze, glinting silver beneath the stars. The cold glass made her nipples crinkle and tighten immediately, and was a stark contrast to the hot flesh of Clarke's body as she pressed against her back. Lexa's breathing hitched at the sensation of Clarke's own erect nipples scraping gently over her back. Clarke's fingers trailing teasingly up and down her ribs, over the sensitive sides and bottoms of her breasts. Lexa moaned, pushing her ass back, grinding into Clarke's hips, her breath expelled from between her lips, fogging the glass, chilled by the cool night air.
This experience was something new, and exciting, and different, and Clarke's heartbeat was pounding in her chest, the sound of blood pumping, rushing in her ears. Her one hand slipped around Lexa's waist, dipping down between her legs, cupping her heated center. The other traveled slowly upwards, neatly-trimmed nails raking up Lexa's back and neck, before entangling in Lexa's hair. She ground her hips forward against Lexa's firm ass, pressing her lips to Lexa's back, letting her teeth graze over the soft smooth flesh.
Lexa whimpered, her body trembling, as Clarke ground herself against Lexa's backside, she pushed Lexa forward into the firm grip of her hand. Slowly Clarke's hips took up a rhythm of a gentle rolling motion, her hand moving in slow circles. Lexa's hot breath coming in quick pants, as her hands pressed flat against the glass. Her fingers curled, trying in vain to grip the smooth, hard surface as she whined and keeled, and her hips ground back and forth between Clarke's hips and her hand.
Clarke released Lexa's hair, she placed her hand overtop of Lexa's, interlacing their fingers. Lexa's hand curled into a fist, with Clarke's fingers tightly locked in place.
"Shit Clarrrke!" She moaned.
"Yes Lexa." She said. "That's it babe."
"I-I need..." Lexa's couldn't think straight, her need overwhelming her ability to speak clearly.
Clarke knew what she needed though. It took a surprising amount of effort for Clarke to free her fingers from Lexa's grip, but when she finally managed she smiled at the way Lexa's fist desperately pounded the glass. Clarke slipped her hand down between Lexa's legs from behind. The work her other hand had been doing, already had Lexa to the point of dripping, her liquid heat, slick between Clarke's fingers. Clarke's second hand passed teasingly over Lexa's perineum, the soft pads of a single finger teasing the quivering ring of muscle at Lexa's entrance. Lexa felt the subtle pressure, arching her hips, pressing downward, but Clarke teasingly pulled away.
"Pleeeease." Lexa begged.
"Please what?" Clarke whispered
"Fuck me Clarke!" Lexa growled, she braced herself with both hands flat on the glass once more, pushing herself back against Clarke firmly. "God, please fuck me Clarke! I need it. I need you! Gaahhh!" Lexa cried out as Clarke's finger slid easily into her hot tunnel, met by a gush of fluid, drops sliding down Clarke's wrist. Lexa drove her hips downward, tossing her head back, leaning on Clarke's shoulder. Clarke roughly pushed her against the glass, inserting a second finger, obliging her lover in every sense of the word.
Lexa's slick sweaty body, slid against the glass as she plunged up and down on Clarke's fingers, Clarke's other hand now moving quickly back and forth over her aching, hard clit. She wouldn't be able to last long like this. She cried out with every thrust. Every time she impaled herself on Clarke's fingers. Every time she felt Clarke's hand push against her red, swollen lips as she buried herself to the third knuckle.
"Claaarrrkke!" She howled. He pussy clenched hard on Clarke's fingers, her body shivered as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, threatening to drown her as her head swam on the border of unconsciousness. Her eyes squeezed tightly shut, fireworks exploding behind her eyelids, her toes curling in the carpet.
Clarke felt the come spilling between her fingers, running down her forearm, and she couldn't resist. She sank to her knees, turning Lexa around, and holding her up against the glass with a firm grip. Clarke lifted one of Lexa's legs, draping it over her shoulder, and planted her mouth on Lexa's quivering lips.
Lexa sucked in a sharp breath as a second orgasm followed directly on the heels of the last. Her third of the night, er... morning? She was having a hard time breathing. Her hips jerked violently. Her legs felt like jello, and she was sure that if it wasn't for Clarke holding her up, she would have already collapsed. Clarke ate out out every drop of Lexa's come, from both of her orgasms, allowing Lexa to slowly slide down to the floor, her back still pressed against the glass, once she was done.
"I love you." Lexa murmured. Her entire body was flushed, glistening with sweat, her hair matted to her head.
"I love you more." Clarke whispered, climbing into Lexa's lap, straddling her thighs, and laying her head on Lexa's shoulder. She buried her nose in the crook of Lexa's neck, inhaling the scent that was deeply and uniquely her.
— — —
The next time Clarke woke, it was to the streaming sunlight flooding her room. She was sprawled out on the plush soft carpet, with Lexa half on top, and half curled around her, a stray arm and legs wrapped over her naked body. She let out a deep breath, feeling both exhausted but completely sated at the same time.
Lexa stirred, placing a series of light kisses along Clarke's jawline.
"Good morning." Lexa said, her lips curling into a smile against Clarke's skin, as she remembered that she had already said that once that morning.
"I'll fucking say." Clarke said, smiling as well. "Best morning I've had... ever."
"But I didn't get to make you come yet." Lexa said, her voice still a bit thick with sleep. Clarke's ears colored a pretty shade of pink.
"But you did." She said. Lexa looked at her, slightly puzzled. Clarke paused, feeling embarrassed for some reason. "Watching you come is sexiest fucking thing I've ever seen." She said. "Feeling you come beneath my fingers and mouth, it was almost enough to get my off all by itself. It didn't take much."
Lexa smiled, placing a gentle kiss on Clarke's lips. "Well, whenever your ready, I think I still owe you a couple orgasms."
Clarke returned her smile, but shook her head. "Let's not keep score." Lexa smiled and kissed her girlfriend again, deeper this time, her tongue slipping between Clarke's lips briefly. The feeling of contentment that Lexa felt in that moment was like none other she'd felt in her life. That's why the feeling of Clarke stirring and gently pushing her away was so disquieting.
"Sorry." Clarke said, smiling gently. "I gotta pee."
Lexa chuckled and rose to her knees, letting Clarke up. While Clarke used the bathroom, Lexa let her gaze drift around the room, taking in the mess they'd made the night before. There were a number of small rips and tears in the sheets and blankets, and muddy paw prints, all over the bed and carpet. Lexa heard the toilet flush, and the sink running, she turned when she heard the bathroom door open. Clarke came out, running her fingers through her hair, shaking out her wild blonde mane.
Lexa hummed, when she saw her. "You look so sexy like that." Clarke smiled, stalking up to Lexa, her blue eyes shining bright. She draped her arms over Lexa's neck and leaned in and they kissed and it felt so right. Everything Clarke did with Lexa felt so right. They were both quiet for a long time before Lexa finally spoke.
"A lot of werewolves..." Lexa said, "believe in soul mates." Her voice was soft and careful. "I never really believed in that, especially not after I lost Costia. I never thought I'd find anyone that made me feel the way I did with her... and I was partially right, because I don't feel the same way with you as I did with her, but I was wrong too, because when I'm with you I feel like soul mates do exist, and I'm afraid your mine."
"Why does that make you afraid?" Clarke asked. Her words barely making it out as she felt her throat tighten with emotion.
"Because I'm not sure I'm yours." Lexa said. Clarke suddenly pulled her in tight, their lips crashing together fiercely. She pulled away, kissing down along Lexa's neck, biting hard on the fresh bruise on Lexa's neck, as if reminding her of what's what. Lexa gasped in shock at Clarke's sudden aggressiveness.
"You are mine." Clarke growled, perhaps a little too harshly, pulling away, her eyes hard and dark. "And I'm yours." She said. "I can't wait for your heat..." She added, but abruptly paused as the realization of what she wanted fully hit her. Realizing the enormous weight of what she wanted. She wanted to marry Lexa basically, at least in werewolf terms, but was she ready for that? She swallowed the lump that had formed suddenly in her throat. "I love you." She said finally, shaking her head. Her eyes large and wet.
"I love you too." Lexa replied, giving Clarke another kiss.
They remained there in each other's arms for several long minutes, a torrent of thoughts tumbling through Clarke's head, before she finally pulled away, offering to get them both something to drink from the kitchen. Lexa nodded and released her, watching as Clarke slipped into a snug pair of briefs, and a tank top. Clarke smiled over her shoulder, as she caught Lexa licking her lips, staring after her as she left the room.
Clarke hurried down the stairs, coming around the corner into the kitchen, nearly tripping over her feet as she came to an abrupt stop.
"Good morning, dear." Abby said. Clarke flushed instantly. 'Dammit.' She thought. How had she not even thought about her mom being home?
"Uh, hi mom." Clarke said, before padding around the counter to the fridge. She could feel her mom's eyes on her and the awkward silence built up the tension like a physical weight upon her chest. All she could think about though was how much she reeked of sweat and sex. She went to the fridge and grabbed two bottles of water, and turned, her mother was still looking at her.
Abby's gaze flicked down to the bottles of water, then back up to her daughter's face. Clarke looked down realizing there was no other explanation for why she would need two bottles of water, not that she figured she'd be explaining her way out of this one anyways. She shifted her weight nervously on her feet, chewing her bottom lip.
"So, uh... Lexa spent the night." Clarke said, physically wincing as the words came out. 'Stupid.' She scolded herself.
Abby tried to keep her face hard and stern, but she couldn't prevent the twitch at the corner of her mouth. "You don't say?" She replied dryly.
"I'm really sorry." Clarke said. "We didn't plan on falling a sleep yesterday when we got here, it just happened. It won't happen again."
"Yes it will." Abby said, smiling knowingly. She seemed surprisingly calm, which kind of worried Clarke. Abby shook her head finally, letting out a sigh. "Just try and keep the noise down next time, okay?" Clarke blushed hard.
"I-uh.. yeah, okay."
Abby grinned, getting some measure of satisfaction out of her daughter's discomfort. She walked around the counter, and gave her daughter a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek, before turning away.
"I need to get you work." She said, heading towards the door.
"Okay." Clarke choked out, her cheeks still pink.
"Oh, and Clarke." Abby added. "You should definitely take a shower if your going out anywhere." Clarke blushed hard again, but her mom was out the door before she could reply.
Clarke rushed up to her room, shutting the door behind her. 'Thank god that's over.' She thought, seriously concerned that she was about to die from embarrassment. She turned to see Lexa sitting at the foot of the bed, her own ears also tinged a slight red color.
"I take it you heard all that?" Clarke said.
Lexa nodded, smiling shyly. Clarke shook her head, about to say something, when suddenly they both perked up at a sound.
A howl traveled over the hills and treetops, carrying a message that they understood almost entirely on an instinctual level. Clarke looked quickly to Lexa, who gave her only the slightest nod, and an instant later, they had both started to shift.
Abby sat in her car, the engine was running and she was waiting for the heater to get up to the desired temperature. It was the first day of the year that she had needed to use it, a sure sign that fall was well on its way. Just as she was beginning to back her car up, she caught movement out of the corner of her eye. She watched in amazement as the two huge wolves, Lexa and her daughter, leapt from the second floor balcony and took off through the woods. She smiled in amazement as they disappeared almost as soon as they were in the trees.
— — —
Octavia woke up with the sun, as usual for her nowadays, slightly disoriented as she realized she wasn't in her own bed. She stared up at the ceiling from the flat of her back, as memories of the night before came flooding back to her, and she looked over to see Raven, her best friend in the world, sleeping soundly with a content smile on her face. Raven was asleep on her stomach, the covers had slipped about halfway down her back, showing sides of her breasts as her arms were folded beneath her pillow. Octavia chewed slightly on her bottom lip, reached over and tucked a strand of stray dark hair, behind Raven's ear.
Raven stirred, humming softly in her sleep, her lips twitching before she settled again. Octavia knew that Raven wasn't a morning person, was never fully awake until she had her caffeine, so she slipped as quietly as she could from the bed, and padded silently to the kitchen to start the coffee. She gathered all the clothes that was strewn around the coffee table, putting her shorts and t-shirt back on as the coffee brewed, and gathered the empty bottles from the night before, carrying them to the trash. She poured some coffee into Raven's favorite mug, knowing that she took it black, and carried it carefully back to the bedroom. She thought it was kind of weird how natural it felt to be there, waking up there with Raven, but she liked it too. She gently lowered herself onto Raven's side up the bed, holding the mug out, passing it slowly back and forth in front of Raven's face.
"Rise and shine, sleepyhead." Octavia said. Raven stirred, the smell of the coffee enticing her to actually open her eyes. She rolled onto her back, looking up to find Octavia sitting there. She was surprised, but in a pleasant way. Octavia smiled at her cheekily, her eyes sparkling brightly as she raised the mug to her lips and took a sip. The face she made caused Raven to laugh out loud, as it was half a wince, from the scalding hot beverage on her lips, and half a grimace at the bitter taste.
"Ugh, yuck." Octavia said. "I don't know how you drink that shit."
Raven just laughed harder. "You dummy, you know you don't like coffee."
Octavia shrugged, removing her fingers from where she burned her lip. "Well, until last night I didn't think I liked pussy either, so I thought I'd give it another try." She reasoned. Raven laughed even harder at that, sitting up and taking the mug from Octavia, placing it on the nightstand. The blanket fell away, and her firm breasts and dark nipples were fully exposed to O's view, but her attention was quickly recaptured, as Raven's fingers clutched the back of her head, and pulled her in for a kiss. Octavia's burned lips were still tender, but she didn't care, and they didn't bother to separate until they were both short of breath.
Raven picked up her mug, taking a sip for herself. She closed her eyes humming appreciatively. "That's perfect." She said, her eyes opening, a surprised look on her face as she looked at Octavia. Octavia shrugged with a sly smile.
"Yeah, I know you pretty well by now, I guess." She leaned in and gave Raven another kiss. "And after last night, I hope we can keep getting to know each other a whole lot better." Raven's lips curled into a smile as they pressed once again against her best friend's. This, and the night before, it was something she had only ever dreamed about. Something she used to fuel her fantasies in the middle of the night when she was safely all alone in the dark. Now her best friend was in her arms. In her bed. Had been inside her.
"Holy shit." Raven pulled away with a gasp, the realization sinking in.
Octavia looked into her eyes, a hint of worry showing in her own. "What is it?"
Raven's lips curled into a wicked smile. "I'm gonna fuck you so good." She said. Octavia's mouth split into a full grin, and just as they both went in for another kiss, Raven's alarm went off on her bedside table.
Raven groaned, pulling away, suddenly reminded of work and responsibilities, and everything she had to do that day. She apologized to Octavia.
"You know if I could, I'd just spend the day in bed with you right?"
Octavia smiled. "Of course you would. I'm fucking amazing in bed." Raven slapped her lightly on the arm.
"Get up, you bitch. I need a shower."
Octavia gave her an exaggerated offended look.
"Oh please, I was just referring to your personality, not the fact that you actually physically transform into a bitch." Raven said.
"Gee, like that makes it better somehow?" Octavia said sarcastically. She went around to the other side of the bed though, and handed Raven her crutches.
"You can join me if want? I'll make it up to you." Raven smiled. Octavia was a breath away from agreeing when she caught the sound. It was distant, and muffled by the walls, and barely reached her ears over the background noises of the town, but somehow it managed to cut through and register in her brain. The howl.
"O?" Raven asked. "What is it?"
"Did you hear that?" Octavia asked.
"Hear what?" Raven replied.
"The howl." Octavia said.
"The howl? You mean an actual howl? Seriously?" Raven asked. Octavia nodded.
"Yeah, it's serious. It's Indra, I'm sorry, I have to go." Octavia said. "Werewolf stuff."
"No, yeah, it's fine." Raven replied. "You... you go do you." She said. Octavia nodded, she turned towards the bedroom door, then quickly turned back to Raven, giving her a last quick, but heated kiss on the lips, and then turned back to the door.
She rushed out, shouting, "I'll call you," over her shoulder as she left.
Raven was left standing there bemused, smiling as she watched her friend leave. Her friend, er... girlfriend? ...she wasn't sure. Her werewolf? She chuckled to herself, shaking her head as she crossed her room to the bathroom to get ready for the day.
Octavia rushed back into her brother's apartment. Luckily he was still apparently asleep. She stripped down, took a quick shower, and then went back to her room to get dressed. She put on a pair of black jeans and a white spaghetti-string top. She was fully dressed, brushing her hair out when she noticed the set of slightly pink bite marks on her shoulder. She thought about changing her top to cover them up, but shrugged it off. 'Fuck it.' She thought. She was in a hurry. With that she headed out the door.
— — —
Clarke and Lexa ran straight to Forrest Glenn, side by side the entire way. They shifted back into human form on the back porch, and entered the house, finding their clothes from the day before, washed, dried and folded on a small bench, just inside the back door. Indra timed her entrance perfectly, coming into the room, just as they finished getting dressed.
"Indra, what is it?" Lexa asked, ignoring the way the dark-skinned woman crinkled her nose at them.
"Anya picked up Gustus last night." Indra said. "He's downstairs." She looked from Lexa to Clarke, as if she wasn't sure she wanted Clarke to see what was downstairs, but Lexa ignored that too. She gave Indra a curt nod. Indra turned and led them to the stairs. Clarke followed.
Clarke couldn't lie, she was more than a little surprised to find out that the Lexa had a prison cell in her basement, but what was more unnerving was the man locked inside it. She'd met Gustus once before, the first time she came to Forrest Glenn. If she thought that he hadn't liked her then, than he was positively fuming right now. His hard eyes glared at her with pure hatred, but all that did was cause the hair to rise on the back of her neck. She felt Lexa's warm, soft touch on her shoulder, and realized that she had started growling, low and ominous in her throat. She straightened at the touch, looking to Lexa, who gave her a gentle reassuring smile, which helped Clarke calm herself.
Clarke listened as Indra explained to Lexa and Clarke what Anya had told her. Then Lexa turned her hard eyes on Gustus. She approached the cage, unconcerned that she was within the large man's reach.
"Start from the beginning." She said. He sneered at her, casting another distasteful look in Clarke's direction.
"I've been keeping tabs on Mount Weather for months now. Ever since that stray attacked her and killed her father." He nodded at Clarke. "The man's name was Emerson. He worked for General Pike, who sent him to The Mountain to be the General's eyes and ears, and keep a watch on Dante and Cage Wallace. When the experiments first started, Dante was purely interested in the healing and medical impacts that werewolf genes could have. Cage though was more ambitious, once he realized a General from the DOD was interested, he thought he could cash in. That was when he somehow turned his father Dante and Emerson, I'm not sure of the details exactly, but Emerson escaped." Gustus paused looking once again at Clarke his eyes less angry his time though, more annoyed than anything, as if this was all somehow her fault. She tried to ignore him.
"Keep going." She said. Gustus sneered at her, but at the glare he received from Lexa, he continued.
"After the attack on Clarke and her father, Emerson fled north, he met Nia. Cage covered up his escape, informing the General that Emerson had died in a lab accident. Since the destruction of Mount Weather I saw my opportunity and stepped in. I met with the General, I offered him a deal, telling him that I could provide him with vials of what they were using in Mount Weather, so long as they didn't pursue trying to discover the source."
"And?" Lexa said.
"I'm waiting on the General to call me." Gustus said, the edge back in his voice. Clarke tensed hearing him use that tone with Lexa. "My phone is back at my apartment though."
"Doesn't matter." A voice said from behind them. Anya placed her laptop on the table in the middle of the room, holding up a burner phone in her other hand. "I can clone the signal using a program on my computer and get any calls rerouted to this phone." Anya explained. "If the General calls, we'll know it."
Lexa gave her a nod. "We'll hold him until the General calls." She said simply. "Do you have any other useful information?" She asked Gustus. He was silent though, a sour look on his face. She gave a single nod, and turned and headed upstairs, Clarke followed, as did Indra, with Anya staying behind to finish setting up her equipment.
"One thing bothers me." Clarke said, as they entered Lexa's large office. Indra scoffed lightly and got another glare from Lexa. Clarke just ignored her, and made sure to get Lexa's attention again. Clarke was prepared for any resistance that would come as she became Alpha, it would just take time to prove that she could lead them. It shouldn't take much, with Lexa at her side.
"What's that?" Lexa said finally.
"What's Nia's involvement?"
"What do you mean?" Asked Indra, listening more intently now.
"Well, she's obviously using Emerson for something." Clarke said. "I still don't think that it was a coincidence that she was here the same day that you guys were abducted and taken to the Mountain."
"You think she was somehow involved in what was going on in the Mountain as well?" Lexa asked.
Clarke nodded. "Think about it. Mount Weather is in Azgeda territory. Dante and Cage had their lab in place before Gustus, or Emerson, or the General were even involved. How else would they have found out about werewolves in the first place? Nia being involved somehow is the only thing that makes sense."
"But what would Nia have to gain from working with humans?" Indra asked. "Even Nia wouldn't be so foolish."
"I'm telling you." Clarke said, shaking her head. "We're missing something."
Just then they heard the front door swing open, and hurried footsteps came into the office.
"Sorry, I'm late." Octavia said in a huff, her forehead beaded with sweat. "What'd I miss?"
Clarke updated Octavia on everything, and asked if there was anything Octavia could remember from her time in Mount Weather.
Octavia shook her head. "No, but I was honestly unconscious for a lot of it." Octavia said. "Cage talked to Lincoln a lot though."
Lexa nodded. "We'll ask Lincoln when he gets home from work. See what he remembers."
"We should also see if Anya can get a lead on what Emerson has been up to since he's teamed up with Nia." Said Indra. "I think Clarke may be right." She added. Lexa nodded again, and went back downstairs to tell Anya the plan. Indra gave Clarke a slight nod, which Clarke returned gratefully, before Indra turned and left, leaving Clarke and Octavia in her office.
"You smell like sex." Octavia said flatly, once they were alone.
Clarke rolled her eyes. "Don't remind me." She said. "I came down from my room this morning, and my mom was sitting in the kitchen. God, I thought I was gonna die."
"Wait." Octavia said, wearing a suddenly huge smile. "You slept with Lexa in your room? While your mom was home?"
"Yeah." Clarke shrugged. "Chalk it up to a... momentary lapse in judgment." She said. Octavia couldn't stop laughing and Clarke gave her a sour look. "What about you?" She asked.
Octavia suddenly straightened up, trying to act impassive. "What do you mean?" She asked.
Clarke pointed and said, "Well I highly doubt you bit your own shoulder."
Octavia blushed, but was trying too hard to cover it up. Something about her reaction told Clarke that it wasn't just a random hookup or a casual one night stand. Clarke's curiosity peaked. Octavia hadn't been hanging out with anyone except for the pack lately, hell, the only other person Octavia ever even talked to was...
"Oh my god." Clarke said her eyes big. Octavia's eyes grew big as well, immediately knowing that Clarke knew.
"Shhh." Octavia said, hoping no one else would come in. She didn't know why she felt so embarrassed. Probably just because her and Clarke and Raven had all been friends with each other for so long.
"You and Raven?" Clarke asked. Octavia chewed her bottom lip, nodding silently. She wasn't entirely sure she believed it herself. She couldn't help it. She felt her lips curl into a smile, even as she thought about it. She braced herself, half expecting Clarke to start yelling at her or something, when suddenly Clarke's arms wrapped her up in a big hug. "Oh my god," she repeated. "It's about damn time." She said. "Raven's been crushing on you so hard for so long." Clarke shook her head. "How? When?" Clarke asked, suddenly nothing more than a curious good friend.
"Last night." Octavia said. "It was just, like... well, I got in a fight with Bellamy again, and went across the hall to spend some time at Raven's place... I don't what happened, it was just... it just felt right." Octavia looked at Clarke a slightly worried expression on her face. A look that Clarke seemed to be able to understand.
"I'm happy for you." Clarke said. "I know it'll work out."
Octavia nodded. "Yeah, thanks." She said. "It's okay right?" Octavia asked after a long pause. "I mean 'cause she's human, and we're not, I just don't want it to be trouble for her."
Clarke shook her head. "I think it'll be fine." She said. "She already knows about us at least. I think she can be trusted."
Octavia nodded, and they left Lexa's office as they heard Lexa coming back up the stairs.
— — —
Roan stood behind a column, concealed deep in the shadows. The wind whipped through the open parking deck, and he made sure to stand downwind so that Emerson wouldn't detect him. The man in question, Roan's target, sat in the driver's seat behind the wheel, his black suv idling dubiously.
He had yet to decide whether or not he was going to go along with his mother's plan, but before making any decisions, he figured he'd gather as much intel as he could, about everyone involved. Roan had been tailing Emerson, since Emerson had returned to his mother's house. He waited patiently in his concealed position. He was a hunter. Waiting was something he was very good at. It had been twenty minutes already, and it would be another twenty before the other car pulled up. It was a black Ford sedan with government issue plates. The driver of the car cut the engine and got out, he had dark skin and a bald head, and was wearing a suit and tie. He walked around to the passenger side of the suv and got in. Roan knew already from his previous reconnaissance that the g-man was General Pike. He knew Emerson had lured the General here for a meeting with files that Emerson didn't have. And he knew that the General probably wasn't leaving this meeting alive. Roan strained his ears to listen.
"Emerson. It's good to see you." The man said.
"Yeah, you too, General." Emerson replied. "So tell me, is it true? Did no one else survive from Mount Weather?" Emerson asked, his prying for information masked with false concern.
"According to the body count, it would appear so." Pike said. "There was one man that came forward though." Emerson couldn't help but show his surprise. Who else would there be if everyone in the lab had died? "A man named Gustus. Do you know him?"
Emerson shook his head. "No." He lied. He didn't know Gustus, but knew of him and knew that he was a part of Trikru pack. If they were involved, Emerson had to report that to Nia. It also meant that he couldn't kill Pike yet as planned, because he needed to know what Gustus had told him.
"What did this man say?" Emerson asked.
"He came to my office, showed me some vials, said they were from Mount Weather, but hell, they could have just been sugar-water for all I know." Pike said.
"Do you have the vials?" Emerson asked, trying not to sound too eager. If he could get his hands on those, and they really were from Mount Weather, then maybe Nia's plan might still be able to be brought to fruition.
Pike shook his head though. "No. He offered me a deal for them, but I told him I'd think about. I mean I don't even know who this guy is, right. I run his history and find out he's an anthropology professor. What the hell is a guy like that doing with classified materials from a top secret research facility? And how did he get them?"
"Couldn't you have just arrested him for that, and taken the vials?" Emerson asked.
"No. Not in the middle of my office." Pike said. "No one else in the DOD even knows about Mount Weather, I'm gonna do my best to keep it that way." That was excellent news for Emerson. Nia would be pleased about that.
"So, what is it that he wanted? What kind of deal did he try to make?" Emerson asked.
"He told he would hand over the vials, and I could reverse engineer and duplicate them as much as I wanted, as long as I didn't investigate or research the origin of the compounds. I mean, does that even make sense?" Pike asked.
Emerson just shrugged. 'Yes.' Emerson thought. In a naive and simplistic kind of way. Realistically though, Gustus was a fool if he thought the government would let that go, especially seeing as how they already knew that the compound worked to create their super-soldiers.
"So you told him that you'd 'think about it?' And he bought that?" Emerson asked.
Pike just shrugged, a humorless smile teasing his lips. "I'll string him along while I bury any evidence that Mount Weather ever existed, then take the vials from him and bury him too."
Emerson laughed, also without humor. "I hope you have no plans on burying me when you're through?"
"Of course not." Pike replied. "You're a good soldier. Loyal. I need people like you. I need more men I can trust."
"Thank you, Sir." Emerson replied. "I have to confess though, I didn't bring the files I have with me today, Sir." 'Because I was planning on killing you and dumping your body in the river.' "I'm sorry, I was just being cautious."
"I understand." Pike replied, expertly concealing his dissatisfaction. His change in mood though souring the air in the car. Emerson tried to hide his reaction to the bitter scent of disappointment.
"You can swing by my apartment though and pick them up. There might even be something in them to help authenticate those vials." Said Emerson.
Pike looked thoughtful for a moment. "Hmn, maybe." He said. "I'll need to get them though first, wouldn't I?"
"Probably, Sir." Emerson replied, with an agreeable nod of his head.
Pike nodded. "I'll make a call, get the vials from Gustus, and let you know when we can meet at your place."
"Yessir." Emerson nodded.
The two men shook hands and Pike returned to his own car. They drove off, staggering their departure by a few minutes with Emerson leaving first. Roan waited, listening, until Pike's car had left the garage before he moved from his hiding place. 'Hmm, well that was interesting.' Roan thought. He took his time walking down the ramps instead of taking the stairs. He had parked on one of the lower levels that was well occupied so that his car wouldn't stick out on the empty upper deck where Emerson had his little covert meet. He opened the heavy door of his beat up old Bronco. It was silver and blue, with rust beginning to eat away at the bottom edges of the frame. It had hand-crank windows and the heater didn't work, but got him from A to B. Thinking about his next move as he turned his key in the ignition, he decided, 'I guess it's time I paid Trikru a visit.'
— — —
There was a nervous kind of energy in the air. Everyone was trying to imagine what kind of backlash may arise from Gustus' actions, but there was nothing anyone could really do until the General called in regards to the deal Gustus had tried to make.
Clarke and Octavia were at the kitchen table. Indra was upstairs doing something, and Lexa couldn't sit still. She kept going from the kitchen, downstairs to check on Anya and Gustus, coming back upstairs and going into her office, then she'd return to the kitchen, sit down, stand up, get a glass of water. Finally, after about the third time Clarke heard Lexa coming back up the stairs, she couldn't stand it anymore.
"I'll be right back." Clarke said, standing from the table. Octavia nodded and Clarke followed Lexa into her office.
"Hey Lex." Clarke said softly, as she reached her girlfriend, her hand gently running up Lexa's back. The tension visibly left Lexa's shoulders as she relaxed into the touch.
"I'm sorry." Lexa said, already having sensed Clarke's concern.
"It's alright, babe." Said Clarke.
"I know everyone's on edge already, and I'm not helping am I?" Lexa said.
"Everything's gonna be fine." Clarke said.
"You realize the entire survival of werewolves as a species, may hang in the balance, right?" Lexa asked.
Clarke shrugged. "It'll be fine." She repeated, giving Lexa a small smile, her hand still rubbing Lexa's back calmly.
"How can you be so sure?" Said Lexa, with an amused half-smile.
"It has to be." Clarke said simply.
Lexa turned, facing Clarke, her hands resting on Clarke's hips. She tilted her head, pressing her forehead to Clarke's. Their noses brushed together gently. Clarke's hands reached up, cradling Lexa's face, as she whispered calming things under her breath. Their breathing fell into sync, and Lexa let her eyes close, feeling herself relax even more.
"Everything's going to be fine." Clarke breathed. "I'm with you. We're all here with you, okay?"
She felt Lexa nod against her. Clarke lifted her lips, kissing the tip of Lexa's nose. She pulled back a bit, their eyes met; blue and green, large and bright. Lexa let out a calming breath.
There was the sound of tires crunching on gravel, the rumble of an engine. They were expecting Lincoln to arrive home soon, but that wasn't the sound of Lincoln's Xterra. Clarke and Lexa separated.
"Who is it?" Clarke asked at the worried expression that crossed Lexa's face. She moved her way gently around Clarke without answering, heading slowly in the direction of the front door.
Clarke followed closely behind her, with Indra and Anya meeting them at the door as well. With the four of them standing in the open doorway, the beat up old Bronco pulled up in front of the house. A low growl emanated from Lexa's throat, and Clarke felt the wave of defensive aggression sweep through each member of the pack.
"Roan." Lexa growled under her breath.
The truck pulled to a smooth stop, and the engine shut off. The driver's side door opened, and a large man, with long hair climbed slowly out from behind the wheel. Both his hands were raised into the air.
"Easy." He said. He didn't approach more than a few steps. "Just take it easy."
A snarl snuck past Lexa's bared teeth. "Why are you here?"
"I just came to talk." Roan said. "Look, I'm not part of Nia's agenda, and I have information you might want."
"You expect us to believe that you've just turned your back on your own mother?" Asked Lexa.
Roan shrugged his shoulders. "She turned her back on me first."
Lexa's dark gaze was silent for several tense moments. "So what kind of information do you have?" Lexa asked.
"We gonna have this conversation out here, or are you gonna invite me in?" Roan asked. Not one member of Lexa's pack moved. "Well, can I at least put my hands down?"
No response. He dropped his hands anyway, letting out a sigh, but made sure to keep them in view. Lexa simply looked on, waiting for him to answer her question.
"Look, I know Gustus has been in contact with a General Pike from the DOD. I know Gustus has vials of... something from Mount Weather. I know Gustus is trying to make a deal with the General. And I know the General will probably kill Gustus when he gets what he wants."
"We know all that already." Lexa said. "You're wasting your time."
"I also know that a man named Emerson, who is currently working with my mother, is also in contact with the General, and after the General double-crosses Gustus, Emerson will most likely double-cross the General, and take the vials back to my mother."
Lexa felt Clarke tense beside her the mention of the man named Emerson. One finger brushed subtly, but in reassuring comfort, over the back of Clarke's hand. "What would your mother want with the vials from Mount Weather?" Lexa asked.
"I don't know." Roan said. "That's why I'm here. I think Gustus might be able to fill in some gaps. All I'm looking for is an exchange of information. I already gave you all I have, so, what do you say?"
Lexa turned her gaze to Clarke briefly, remembering her promise, then back to Roan. "Where is Emerson now?" She asked. Roan was silent, thoughtful. He wondered why she'd be asking about Emerson. "Tell me how I can find him, and I'll let you speak with with Gustus." Lexa stated.
"Commander, you can't trust-" Indra started, but Lexa quickly raised her hand to silence the beta.
"What could you want with Emerson?" Roan asked.
Lexa's eyes looked hard, unwavering and locked on Roan's. "He broke the laws of the coalition, he attacked humans, and he will be punished."
"You're talking about those campers he attacked aren't you?" Roan replied thoughtfully. That was another piece of information that Roan had dug up on Emerson, Roan had gone back home and met with his mother. Another piece of information he'd stored away in his head, just because it was another thing that his mother had tried to keep him from finding out. "Why would you be so worried about that?" He asked.
Again, Lexa felt Clarke go tense at her side, but Lexa still didn't think Roan had noticed. "Will you tell us or not?" Asked Lexa.
"Emerson had been holed up in a rathole apartment, in North Philly. He's been staying closer to the DC area to have his meetings with the General. I don't know if he's still there though." He gave them the address just in case.
Lexa looked from Clarke, standing on her right, to Indra standing on her left. Anya was still behind her. She looked back to Roan and gave him a nod, and the four of them led him down to the basement, where they were holding Gustus.
Roan smiled when he saw Gustus locked in a cage. "You guys don't mess around, huh?" He said, but all he got in return were more hard glares. If he was bothered by being surrounded by people who thought of him as the enemy, he certainly didn't show it. Even when Gustus stood with a loud growl, grabbing the bars of his cage and shaking them violently, Roan's face remained entirely impassive.
"Sit down and shut up!" Lexa commanded. The tension of the situation was getting to her. She wanted Roan out of her house, and out of her territory. She wanted Gustus and the General and Emerson taken care of. The sooner things went back to normal, the better.
Gustus stilled, but remained standing, an ugly snarl on his face, directed at Roan. Roan looked to Lexa, but Lexa just held out her hand in Gustus' direction.
"By all means." She said.
Roan scoffed, stepping forward. He doubted that the big man in the cage would answer any of his questions willingly.
"I want to know what you showed the General. Specifically, what was inside the vials?" Roan asked.
"You will answer him." Lexa said after several beats of silence. Her voice low and cold.
Gustus let out a breath. He explained how the case he had taken from Mount Weather contained the three unmarked vials. One of the cure, one to turn men into werewolves, and one to turn men into hybrid soldiers. He explained the terms of the deal he made with the General also. Even though Roan already knew those particulars.
"That's what Nia wants." Roan said when Gustus was finished. "The General wants the serum to create his super-soldiers, Nia though wants the serum to create werewolves."
Lexa looked at him, puzzled. "Why would she want something like that?" She asked.
Roan looked at Lexa, amused. "Think about it, Nia, with the ability to turn new wolves by the dozens..." He said. He didn't even have to finish the thought. It was terrifying.
"Where are the vials?" Lexa asked, turning to Gustus. He shrugged.
"My apartment." He said.
"Shit." Anya muttered. Just then the phone rang, the burner phone that was hooked up to Anya's computer. It was the General calling about the deal. In an instant Lexa was across the room. She opened the cell door, grabbed Gustus by his collar and practically dragged him over to the table.
"Answer it." She growled. Gustus nodded. Anya handed Lexa a pair of headphones, so that she could listen in without the General detecting anyone else on the line.
"This is Gustus." He said.
"Mr. Gustus, I wanted to let you know that I've considered your offer, and I'm willing to accept your terms. Meet me tomorrow, you can bring the vials to the Tidal Basin, meet me in front of the Jefferson Memorial."
Gustus exchanged a look with Lexa. Lexa gave him a subtle nod, and Gustus agreed with the General on a time to meet and then the General hung up. Gustus did as well.
Lexa repeated the General's plan for everyone else. Anya laughed. "Seriously? That's like most cliche-DC-espionage-meeting arrangement I've ever heard."
"You don't really think the General would take him out in front of the Jefferson Memorial do you?" Indra asked.
"No, but the General would probably have Emerson sabotage Gustus' car while he's at the meet. Gustus dies in a car accident on the way home, the General has the vials, then when the General meets up with Emerson later, Emerson kills the General and takes the vials to Nia..." All heads turned in Roan's direction. Roan shrugged. "At least that's how I'd do it."
"Anya and Indra, you take Gustus back to his apartment. Find the vials and meet the General tomorrow." Lexa said.
"Anyway we can follow the General in his car?" Indra asked.
"Maybe." Anya replied. "But if he's working at he Pentagon in the morning, he'll probably just walk to the meet. It's literally right across the Potomac."
"He'd have a car parked somewhere close by though." Said Roan. "I know for a fact that the General believes that Emerson has files that will help confirm the compounds' origins. He'll want to go directly from his meet with Gustus to his meet with Emerson."
"Okay." Lexa said. "So Gustus, you go sell the meet. Make the General believe that you believe his every word of the deal. Don't go back to your car. Anya and Indra will back you up, I'll send Lincoln with you guys as well, once the General has the vials, you tail him back to Emerson."
"I'm going to be there as well." Roan said.
"Like hell you are." Indra spat.
"Look, I appreciate the fact the you guys don't trust me, hell, I wouldn't trust me either." Roan said. "But I'm going, because if by any chance Emerson happens to elude you guys, I'm the one that's gonna have my nuts in the ringer. It would only be a matter of time before he figures out that I'm the only one that could have discovered his connections to Mt. Weather, the General, and Azgeda. Then my own mother will be coming after my head."
"I thought you were already standing against her." Lexa said.
"Yeah, but she doesn't know that yet." Roan said. "I'm against her plans, but I'd be a fool to make a stand against her though, without having all my pieces in place before hand."
"And Trikru pack, you think we're one of your pieces?" Lexa asked.
Roan looked to Lexa, and to the others, even Clarke. He regarded them all with a seemingly genuine mutual respect. "Look, I brought you what I know, I help you guys out tomorrow, you back my power play, and give me your support within the coalition. You'll never have to worry about the threat of Azgeda again. You have my word."
"Why should we trust you?" Indra asked. Roan turned his gaze to Indra, then to Lexa and finally Clarke.
"Give us one good reason." Lexa said.
"Because, Emerson's mission was to get the vials from the General." Roan said. He pulled something from his pocket, tossing it on the table. It was the photo of Clarke that Nia had given him. "My mission was to kill Clarke."
