A/N: I'm sorry for the delay. I've been in a car accident earlier this week, and my doctor prohibited me to work on a computer for a few days. No worries, I'm alright again, and full of new storylines.
Let me know what you think!
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Chapter 11
Clarke woke up, head pounding. It had been a rough night.
Memories started to come back. She had come home, to Lexa.
Suddenly she woke up from a voice right next to her ear.
"Sleep well, princess?"
Clarke could hear the smile.
Blue met green.
"Like a baby", she smiled back.
"Not hungover this time?" the brunette laughed.
"Maybe a little. Can you make me some of your magic tea?" Clarke grinned.
Lexa kissed her forehead and got up.
"Sure thing, princess."
Lexa grabbed some clothes and closed the bathroom door behind her.
She wondered how long it would take before Clarke would realize she had slept in her clothes and was probably horribly late for class again.
Hot water running over her body, she thought back of last night.
Clarke had told her she wasn't scared anymore.
Not scared of her mum, not scared of the intensity of what she was feeling.
Not scared of the consequences.
She had stood outside of Lexa's door for over fifteen minutes, not knowing if she would open the door or let her in.
But hoping.
And that made Lexa hope as well.
A few minutes after Lexa had disappeared in the bathroom, Clarke checked her phone.
"Shit, missed class, again", she sighed.
She had three new messages.
O (8:05): Missing class again, Griffin? Set your damn alarm next time, will you?
Clarke smiled and typed a quick sorry in response.
The next one was from Raven.
R (9:03): I'm guessing O is alone in class again?
C (10:09): Yup. How was the catch?
The answer followed quickly.
R (10:12): As expected. I totally pulled it off, though. She was at least as hot as the professor.
C (10:13): Debatable. Still a nice catch.
R (10:14): I share if you do?
Clarke felt rage fill her body, instead of the laughter she would normally feel, knowing Raven wasn't serious.
Damn, I've got it bad, she thought to herself.
C (10:15): Not debatable. See you in calc?
R (10:16): Sure thing, Griffin.
The last text was from her mother.
A (9:30): I expect you for dinner. 6 pm sharp. We need to talk.
Clarke sighed and sent a quick okay.
This was going to be interesting.
When Lexa got out of the bathroom, she couldn't find the blonde anywhere.
Instead there was a note lying on her counter.
Be back in 10, gotta de-smell. Clarke
Lexa smiled. She had to admit this was a very wise plan of Clarke. She started making tea for Clarke and coffee for herself.
A few minutes later she heard a knock on her door.
"Good, you're…" Lexa started when opening the door, but quickly stopped talking when she saw who standing in front of her door.
"I looked up your address, miss Woods", Abigail Griffin said.
"Why?" stoic Lexa took over.
"I like to know everything about my staff", was the cold answer.
"And what brings you here?" Lexa asked.
"As you might have noticed, you live across the hall from my daughter, Clarke."
"I may have seen her once or twice in passing, yes."
I have to play this one hard, Lexa thought. Commander style, Clarke would call it.
"I realize this will not make it easy for you not to fraternize with students while living amongst them."
"I see your point. It will not be. But I can assure you, dean Griffin, I tend to keep my private life and my professional live strictly separated. That's why I would appreciate it if I did not find you outside my door anymore, with all due respect ofcourse."
Over Abby's shoulder, Lexa could see Clarke's door open a little.
Terrified blue met stoic green.
The blonde wisely closed her door again, quietly.
Abby didn't seem to have noticed.
"I don't intend to, miss Woods. I just wanted to make sure that my message yesterday was clear."
"No fraternizing with students. Got it. I would like to get back to my cup of coffee now, if you don't mind."
Abigail Griffin decided she would keep her dignity after being talked to like that, turned around and walked away.
When she was out of sight, Lexa crossed the hall and knocked on Clarke's door.
The blonde opened, starting "Mum, what are you… Oh, it's you."
"Want to try that again with a little more enthusiasm?" Lexa grinned smug.
She grabbed Clarke by her wrist and pulled her inside her own apartment.
Closing both doors behind her, she pushed the blonde against the counter.
Hungry green was only separated by mere inches by surprised blue.
Clarke had no idea how to behave. She got goosebumps when she heard Lexa whisper in her ear.
"You've been good last night, Clarke Griffin. Very honest intentions indeed. Have you paid attention in class?"
"Yes", Clarke barely managed to get out.
"What do you do to a person who is a good girl?" Lexa whispered, voice raw from arousal.
"You have to reward good behavior", Clarke felt her knees going out.
Lexa noticed this too, picking up the blonde and sitting her down on the counter.
"Well that's exactly what I intend to do", she got out, before her lips crashed on Clarke's.