AUTHOR'S NOTES: It had been so long since I wrote this, sorry for the delay. Anyway, I'm trying to keep up with my pending stories from different fandoms so expect an update from me from now on. Anyway. I switched tenses in this chapter, so forgive me if there are mistakes from (last year's) chapter. It had been a year right. Time flies so fast.


CHAPTER 3

HER MISSION

Clarke made sure that Lexa sees her as she staked her claim at the girl straddling her hips. Echo moaned as Clarke pleasured her endlessly. She wanted to get a reaction from the stoic Commander but to her dismay, Lexa just continued to drive them home.

And when Echo finally got her orgasm from Clarke's fingers, she made sure to look at Lexa's reaction at the mirror. But failed. There was no reaction or any sort of twitch in the Commander's expression.

"That was so amazing, Clarke." Echo breathed.

Clarke just smirked at her, "You were amazing too, Echo." She said half-heartedly.

"Round two?" Echo traced her fingers on Clarke's cleavage as she whispered seductively.

"No. That won't work sweetie. I have to go home. Alone." She said.

"Fine!" Echo said, irritably. She removed herself from Clarke's lap, and then turned towards the attractive brunette. "How about you, gorgeous? Do you want to take me home?" She whispered seductively to Lexa.

Clarke rolled her eyes.

"No, thanks. I'm not into that." Lexa said in an icy tone. "And besides your drunk. I'll take you home. Give me your address."

Echo huffed, crossing her arms.


"You're not into THAT?" Clarke asked, laughing as Lexa opened her door. In her drunken state, she grabbed Lexa's lapel as she stands up, pulling Lexa against her. Lexa stiffened, she moved away immediately.

"Don't. Clarke. Don't touch me with those fingers." She said, as she gritted her teeth. Lexa felt disgusted. Those damn fingers were just inside Echo minutes ago.

Clarke's eyes were wide open. She felt offended by Lexa's reaction. But she wasn't able to control herself when she blurted out, "So, now… you have a reaction."

Lexa rolled her eyes but kept quiet. She has one job; to protect the President's daughter, that's all there is to it.

But Clarke, with her alcohol-dazed mind, pulled Lexa's neck against hers.

Lexa's eyes were wide opened as she felt Clarke's rapid breathing against her neck. Her body dangerously close against each other.

She closed her eyes and tried to block out all the sensation the blonde was giving her.

This is not her duty.

It's not her duty to hold Clarke's waist while the blonde encircled her neck. And oh god, what was she doing with her… uhmmm tongue…

Lexa closed her eyes shut as she fought the sensation Clarke Griffin was giving her.

It's not her job to let Clarke's lips touched the side of her neck.

It's not her mission to be touched by Clarke intimately.

Clarke is not her target. The President is. They have a plan. She has a plan. But being with Clarke intimately is not included.

Lexa tried so hard to pull drunken Clarke away from her. This is wrong.

She gritted her teeth and closed her eyes again. It had been so long since she touched another woman. It had been so long since-

NO! She shook her head. Clarke Griffin is untouchable.

"Clarke. No." She said, her voice firm.

She held her breath when Clarke slowly pulled away from her neck so they could look at each other's eyes. Clarke's eyes were filled with shock and probably shame.

"I'm sorry." Clarke pulled away from her and ran towards the mansion.

It was too late for Lexa to follow her inside because if she was being honest to herself, that was the only time she probably remembered how to breathe.


Clarke has a massive headache. Like literally over the top mind-blowing headache. She groaned in severe pain as she opens her eyes. She felt dizzy and nauseous. What the fuck happened last night? She asked herself.

A loud knock on the door made her jumped. She was about to shout to leave her alone but the intruder already opened the door. Of fucking course, it's her mother.

"Clarke!"

"What?!" She shouted, clearly annoyed at her mother's invasion of her privacy.

Abigail Griffin glared at her and threw the newspaper on her bed. "You're all over the newspaper Clarke!"

She blinked as she reached out to read the newspaper thrown at her.

PRESIDENTIAL DAUGHTER DOES IT AGAIN. The picture itself speaks a thousand words. A woman was pictured straddling her lap at the backseat of her car.

Clarke lowered her head. She was ashamed, yes. There are no explanations for that picture. It is what it is. She was fucking a girl at the backseat of her moving car. She wondered who took that. What a great photographer he/she was. She murmured sarcastically under her breath.

"Clarke!" Her mother called her again, her voice furious.

"I don't have any explanation for that. I was drunk." She said.

Abigail huffed. "Lexa!" She called. Clarke gulped at her bodyguard's name.

Lexa walked inside her room, her eyes avoiding Clarke who was barely naked under her sheets. Clarke lowered her head and blushed as she realized her state of undress.

"Yes Madame President?" Lexa said in a firm voice. She was standing straight, her hands at her back.

"I know I don't have to blame you of my daughter's actions but I am begging you to avoid any paparazzi that would come your way. This will clearly ruin my reputation!" Abigail said in a firm voice.

"I apologized for what happened, Madame President. It won't happen again." Lexa replied, in her usual stoic voice.

"Thank you. Atleast one of us here knows how to apologize." Then she turned to Clarke, "You're grounded."

Clarke's eyes were wide in shock. "WHAT?! I'M NOT A CHILD MOM! You can't do that! I'm a grown woman!"

"Then start acting like one, for god's sake Clarke!"

"I have a job. I can't stay here!" She huffed.

"Well, then let me rephrase that. You will avoid any party from now on and just be with Lexa every single day, every single time! If you and Lexa have to share a room just so I would know that you'll be controlled and safe, then I would do that." Abigail said, her eyes roamed around Clarke and Lexa.

Clarke's jaw dropped.

Lexa was the first one to respond, "That won't be necessary, Madame President. I don't want to invade Ms. Clarke's privacy and-"

With that, Clarke's eyes gleam mischievously. "Fine mom! Whatever you want."

This time, it was Lexa's jaw that hangs opened at Clarke's acceptance of Abigail's punishment.

"Okay. Then, it's all set. You won't leave Clarke at any circumstances, Commander. I need her to tone down for a bit."

Lexa's jaw hardened but she didn't say anything. She just nods her head.


"So…" Clarke smirked at Lexa who was standing against her now-closed door. Lexa was looking anywhere but her. She loved to make Lexa uncomfortable. "I have a massive headache, Commander." She drawled at Lexa's title. "Can you give me an aspirin? It's inside the medicine cabinet in my bathroom."

Lexa's jaw tightened but again, she didn't say anything. She walked into the bathroom to follow Clarke's order.

Just as she was going out of the bathroom, Clarke appeared in front of her in her barely naked body. She was wearing a very sexy blue lingerie that Lexa totally can't help herself but to look. She swallowed hard as her eyes went on Clarke's good earth cleavage. Oh my god!

"Like what you see, Commander?" Clarke smirked.

Lexa closed her eyes shut as she turned around immediately. "Stop playing games, Clarke. It's not funny."

Clarke laughed. "It is funny actually."

Lexa huffed in annoyance as she gave the medicine to her and walked out of the bathroom, without even a glance at Clarke's sexy figure again. Dammit!

Her blush deepened as she heard Clarke's melodious laugh as the blonde closed her bathroom door.

She rolled her eyes. What a tease! She mumbled to herself.


"Can we please talk? Like I'm really dying of boredom here." Clarke said after a while. It had been an hour, 32 minutes and 44 seconds since she stepped out of her bathroom. She found Lexa sitting on the couch reading something on her phone. "What are you reading?" She asked as she walked towards Lexa and scoot near her.

Lexa stiffened at Clarke's fresh from shower scent invaded her senses.

"Do I make you nervous, Lexa?" she purred against the Commander's ear.

Lexa stands up immediately to put a distance between her and the blonde but Clarke grabbed her wrist and laughed, "Come on. I'm just kidding, Lexa. I won't invade your personal space anymore. Just sit down with me."

The brunette rolled her eyes but sat down nevertheless. "I don't play games Clarke. I have a job. That is to protect you, nothing else. Please don't tempt me or anything." She said in a firm voice.

Clarke rolled her eyes, and then she crossed her arms in annoyance. "Fine! So can we atleast be friends? While I'm in this 'grounded' state?" She exaggeratedly put an imaginary quote on the word 'grounded'.

"You deserve to be grounded, Clarke. You don't act like your age." Lexa said.

"So now, you get to lecture me?" Clarke raised her eyebrows at her.

"What I'm saying is this. You are the only daughter of the President. Your mother demands respect from anyone and how could she gain that respect if you're ruining her reputation by being a wild party girl?" Lexa said in all honesty. This is the reason why she's here anyway.

"Don't you think I don't know that? Of course I know." Clarke said, her eyes starts to mist. "I just… I just want my mom back. This politics? I don't like it. This is the reason why my dad died. And I hate it. I hate this."

Lexa bit her lip as she witnessed Clarke's vulnerable state. She didn't know that Clarke never wanted to be a part of this politics world. As if on instinct, she pulled Clarke towards her and let the blonde cried on her shoulders.

And now, she felt guilty more than ever.


The next day, Clarke prepared herself to go into her office with Lexa following behind of course. After crying on Lexa's shoulder yesterday, Clarke felt ashamed. She let Lexa saw her most vulnerable state and she doesn't want that.

It's a good thing that Lexa acted like nothing happened.

If she was being honest to herself, her petty crush on her stoic bodyguard grew but she has to control herself.

But it won't hurt if she atleast tries to get Lexa in her bed once in a while. If only Lexa was interested at her. But she isn't, right? On the contrary, she saw Lexa checked out her good earth cleavage yesterday. Maybe it's a sign.

"Hey." She started. They were inside the elevator going to Clarke's office. "Uhm… thanks for yesterday."

Lexa gave her side-glance and nod her head.

"Can we be friends? I would love to have a friend like you who will probably put me into place." She said, testing the waters.

"I don't think that's appropriate." The brunette replied. "I'm your bodyguard and-"

Clarke cuts her off. "Blah-blah-blah." Clarke chuckled. "I know but I want to get to know you more."

"You're not trying to get inside my pants, Ms. Griffin, right?" Lexa smirked at her.

Oh god! Clarke thinks her panties just fell down. She was shocked at Lexa's forwardness that she forgot how to respond.

Thankfully the elevator door opened and with that, she stepped out without saying a word.


"I don't want to involve her anymore with this. She is innocent." Lexa said, her voice firm as she talked to someone on her phone.

"What's the matter, Lexa? Why are you ruining our plans? What happened to you!?"

"Nothing happened. I just feel that it isn't right to involve her with this. We only want Abigail. Why do we need to involve her daughter?" Lexa whispered over her phone.

The man on the other line gritted her teeth. "Because, Lexa, she needs to be involve for this plan to work. Do you not understand that? What happened? Are you fucking her already?"

Lexa gritted her teeth but she was able to stop herself from answering.

"If you want to fuck her, then go on, fuck her then. BUT we already have plans. It's only a matter of time, Lexa. This country will be ours and Abigail will be remembered as the weak President who surrendered her position for her only daughter. They rob me of my position, Lexa. They robbed us. This country belongs to the military. It's the only way for this country to survive."

"I understand." She replied. Polaris is a small country in Europe but it has massive military forces. Other countries are already fighting over it but they won't let that happened. It's the only way to protect their country from invaders.

"Just don't get too emotionally involved, Lexa."

Lexa breathed hard as soon as the call was over. She shouldn't feel guilty of betraying Clarke but she is.

She stepped inside Clarke's office and she found herself mesmerized as her eyes found Clarke who was sitting regally in her office.

"I made you coffee." Clarke said.

Lexa swallowed hard. "Oh. Thanks." She walked towards Clarke's table to get her coffee. She took a sip.

"Is it okay for you?" Clarke asked.

Lexa smiled simply. "Yes it is, Clarke."

Clarke grinned. "Good."

Lexa, cup of coffee on her hand, walked towards the couch and tried so hard to avoid staring too much at the gorgeous blonde across her.

Don't get emotionally involved Lexa. She is just another girl who would probably break your heart faster than you formulating your plan on how to kidnap her.


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