That scent. She knew that scent. God, did she know that scent. She'd spent three months with only that scent, surrounded by it, and here it was, invading her nose once again, but coming from someone with the wrong face.

"Is something wrong, Miss Marshall?"

The way he said her name, suddenly everything clicked. The over the top, dramatic, foolish persona, was just that, a persona, but she knew who hid behind that mask. She swore she did and rage flooded her system as she launched herself at him, over the desk.

"You really are something, you know that, Professor?" Hope spat out as she pinned him to the wall, her face twisted into a snarl.

Judging by the smirk on his face, she knew she was right about him. But that smirk that was so infuriating on his own face was down right enraging on Vardemus's. She wanted to hurt him, to tear that false face away and get to the one she knew hid beneath the disguise.

"Let me see you," Hope snarled.

"I wondered when you'd figure it out." His smirk widened and he pulled the ring off. Sliding it into his pocket, he exposed the dark eyes and curls she'd become so familiar with during their time together in the pit.

"It's been you the whole time?"

"Yes." He looked at her from under his lashes.

"Here I was feeling guilty for leaving you and you've been out almost as long as I have!"

"Not just out, but with powers of my own." He wrapped his hand around her arm and his hand turned to quicksand, but he released her after a moment and his hand returned to normal.

"So you really are going all out for Daddy Dearest, aren't you?"

She was so angry with him and that slightly deranged look in his eyes told her he probably expected her to slap him, so that only made her more furious. Before she could reconsider, she kissed him hard, tugging his lower lip between her teeth as she scraped her nails against his scalp.

To her surprise, Clarke responded by cradling her cheek and brushing his tongue softly against her lips. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. He was supposed to be as angry as she was, but the way his hand trembled against her, she found herself unable to stop or pull away. Something about him, the way he seemed so hesitant to kiss her, but knew what he was doing at the same time, it drew her in, intoxicating her.

Digging her fingers into his hair, she tugged him closer and opened her lips to his entreaty to explore. As he caressed her mouth and tongue with his, he made a soft sound in the back of his throat that woke something deep inside her and she wanted- she wanted more.

She slid one leg up his thigh and stood on tiptoe so she could access his mouth better. Him being a foot taller than she was was so unfair when she wanted nothing more than to make him submit, to make him bow.

After a moment, she pulled away from his mouth and kissed her way along his jaw before biting at his throat. He tilted his head back, giving her better access to him for a long moment, before he pushed off of the wall. His movements made Hope step back to keep her balance, and he guided her so that he could lift her up and seat her on the desk. Then, he stood between her thighs and hooked her leg around his waist, pressing fully against her.

"Hope." His breath fanned across her lips, his dark eyes intense, vulnerable.

Hope responded by digging her fingers into his curls and kissing him again, her grip securing him against her. As he deepened the kiss again, one of his hands trailed down her side, his long fingers exploring the line of exposed skin between her pants and shirt.

She couldn't believe this was happening. Malivore's most dangerous son kissing her like she was the oxygen he needed to breathe after being underwater. He could kill her in this moment and she would die happy, after knowing what it meant to experience true passion.

Clarke pushed her back against the desk and rocked his hips into hers, drawing a moan from her as he sucked on her throat, his teeth digging in for a moment.

"You're gonna leave a mark."

"You'll heal soon enough," he whispered, then kissed her neck again.

"God, how the hell are you so good at this?" Hope whispered, arching beneath his touch.

Instead of replying, he sucked on her throat once more, before biting her again, leaving another mark

"Hope," he whispered again as he kissed down to her chest that her shirt left exposed.

A clatter in the hallway and the doorknob rattling had them pulling away from each other and he slipped the ring back on, just as MG burst into the room.

"Headmaster, I-" He broke off when he saw Hope's disheveled state.

"Yes, Mr. Greasley?" 'Vardemus' straightened his collar as though he was completely unaffected by everything, though Hope could hear his heart pounding in his chest.

"Um, you look busy, so I'll um. I'll come back later," MG said as he looked from 'Vardemus' to Hope, his expression telling them just how weirded out he was by what he was seeing.

"The next time you feel the need to visit my office, be sure to knock."

"Right." MG backed out of the room and closed the door behind him.

Clarke removed the ring again, that smirk firmly in place.

"I don't know what's so funny. The entire school is going to hear about this by the end of the day and think things."

"Fortunately for us, you're eighteen and not a student here, so neither of us will get into trouble for this." He kissed her softly.

"But Dr. Saltzman-"

Clarke pressed his pointer finger against her lips, then traced the tip around the edges of her mouth, "Don't speak of him. Not right now."

He kissed her again, his tongue brushing against her lips, and she allowed him entrance as he slid his hand under her shirt, flattening his palm across her back.

"I'm not sleeping with you in this office." Hope brushed his curls out of his face and drew a shuddering breath.

"Pity." He pulled her flush against him, allowing her to feel every hard plain of his body, a knowing look in his eyes when she drew a sharp breath.

"I'd um, I'd better get going before there's credence to the rumors MG is likely circulating right now."

"If you leave looking like this, everyone will believe it." His smirk widened into a full on grin as he looked her up and down. "Not like it isn't true though."

"Looking like what?" Hope bit her lip and met his gaze.

"Like I've had my wicked way with you." Clarke cupped her jaw, brushing his thumb along her cheekbone.

Hope raked her fingers through her hair to smooth out the tangles he had put there before drawing it into a simple braid over one shoulder.

"Now you look a little less ravished, though those bites on your neck will have to heal before you can leave."

"What happens now?" She placed her hand over his heart and looked up at him. "Malivore wants me dead, and he sent you back to do it, didn't he?"

"Yes," Clarke admitted, lowering his gaze. "Except, I can't seem to be able to kill you."

"What makes you say that?

Clarke snorted once and said, "Every plan I've come up with to try to take you out, I think I sabotaged myself. Hell, you didn't even flinch when I showed you what I could do, like you knew I couldn't hurt you."

"Why can't you?"

"I think the last few minutes are enough of an explanation for that."

Hope placed her other hand against his neck and smiled softly.

"So you wouldn't be opposed to this happening again?" he asked, his jaw clenching as he tried to hide how vulnerable he truly was, though his eyes gave him away. She'd never noticed just how expressive his eyes were until tonight.

"I'm staying at the old Mikaelson mansion. Whenever you can get away without drawing suspicion, I wouldn't be opposed to you coming by for a visit." Hope cradled the back of his neck as she pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

"A visit?"

Hope bit her lip as she studied his face, the replied, "As long as you aren't opposed to staying the night."

"Are you sure?" he asked, suddenly insecure.

"What makes you ask that? Why would I not want you?"

"Everything I've heard."

"What did you hear that would make you think I wouldn't want this?" God, she wanted him. That kiss ignited a fire in her veins and she ached for more of him.

"From what I've been able to piece together, you're a virgin and you deserve better than me as your first."

"Come by the mansion and we'll see just how much I don't care about what you think I deserve."

"What do you think you deserve?" he asked hesitantly.

"Someone who knows what they're doing and who cares about what they're doing to me."

Hope couldn't believe her own boldness as she pressed herself against him, and took a deep breath when his reaction to her registered. He wanted her, far more than she'd ever been wanted before. His reactions were that of a man, and he wanted her in that way.

"How can you possibly want me?" he whispered.

"You might want to do your research into werewolf/vampire hybrids." Hope reached up and tugged on his collar, her gaze focusing on his lips.

"But you're more than that. You're the tribrid," Clarke protested.

"Yeah," Hope caught his lower lip between her teeth before she kissed him again. "But think about what it means, having both werewolf and vampire in me."

"What does it mean?" Clarke's gaze flicked to her lips before returning to her eyes.

"So it means once I run hot, I run really hot." Hope slid her hand down his chest. God, she desperately wanted to feel his skin against hers

"How hot?" He finally seemed to accept that Hope did in fact want him and now wanted to make her tell him.

"Come by my place later tonight when you get a chance. See for yourself." Hope stepped back and drew a deep breath to try to calm herself.

"What do you want to do to me?" A smirk graced his perfect lips.

"Why don't you come by and find out?" Hope grinned and headed towards the door.

"Tease."

"You'll survive." Hope allowed herself a backwards glance over her shoulder as she headed towards the door.

"What makes me thing you'll carry through with this?" Clarke asked, his tone caught between desperate and a challenge.

"You'll just have to wait and see, won't you?"

God damn. Why did someone so pretty make her feel like she was so vulnerable? First chance she got, she was going to make him pay.

As Hope walked towards the front door, she noticed that people were whispering and staring at her.

When she caught Raf's gaze, his face twisted as though he was in pain and he walked away quickly, as though he couldn't bear to be anywhere around her. Why would Raf be reacting like that and since when did he care?

"Is there something you want to tell me about?" Lizzie asked as she fell into step beside Hope.

"Like what?"

"Like what MG saw?"

"What did MG claim he saw?" Hope glanced up at the taller girl.

"According to him, you were getting down and dirty with the headmaster." Lizzie gagged. "I can't decide if that's worse than taking a trip to the shire."

"Is that what everyone is talking about, that I'm supposedly doing the headmaster?"

"Yes. So what did he see exactly?"

"A training exercise," Hope replied.

"Training." Lizzie raised an eyebrow, her expression doubtful.

"Yes. Training. Now I'm gonna head on home. I'll see you tomorrow." Hope waved as she bounded down the stairs and at out into the gathering dusk.

"We're still going to talk about this!" Lizzie shouted after her.

Tonight, she was going to lose her virginity and she needed to get ready.