"You never made it to the meeting." was the first thing Bellamy told her when she entered her room after agreeing to have dinner with Lexa.
"I told you I didn't want to go." Clarke simply says while getting a bottle out of her cabinet.
"You were with her, the brunette mundane."
"Her name is Lexa." the blonde says strongly.
"Well, at least she'll be gone by the end of the day and she'll no longer be our problem." Bellamy mutters.
"I've asked Lexa to stay for the weekend as my guest." Clarke tells him.
"You did what?" the man asks confused. "Why would you do that?!"
"I don't need to justify or explain to you why I do things Bellamy. Your role is to facilitate and ensure that my orders are carried out. And Lexa staying here over the weekend is an order." the blonde vampire is starting to lose her patience.
"You're growing too attached Clarke." Bellamy warns her. "Look at you!" he points at her glass of blood. "You're feeding yet again and we both know that you no longer need to have regular feedings."
"What I do with my time and my eating habits is up to me, Bellamy. Do not forget that I'm your Domina and that although you and I are friends you owe me respect." Clarke reminds him.
"I'm just worried about you." the man placates her softly. "This Lexa getting close to you is not good for us. We need to act with caution, especially during this weekend. We have much to lose if things don't go according to plan."
"I'm aware of that." the billionaire says angrily. "But I can't help myself." she whispers. "I felt it Bellamy. I felt the Bond."
"Impossible." Bellamy says immediately. He loved Murphy and yet he had never felt the connection many vampires spoke and dreamed about having. "You just met this woman yesterday night."
"I know Bellamy. But I felt it and I will not stop pursuing this until I figure out what Lexa and I have."
"So now it's Lexa and I?" Bellamy says darkly. "She's a mundane Clarke. She doesn't know that we exist. What do you think she'll do when she realizes what you truly are? Or what you must do once in a while in order to survive?"
"I know that it's not something that concerns you." she straights herself up and shows her dominance over Bellamy. "Do not abuse of our relationship so that you can try to impose your views and way of life on me."
"This is not like you. You need to start thinking about the coven and what they need. They need you focused and alert, not on a sex lust and craving the blood of a mere brunette."
"Shut up!" Clarke screams at him and Bellamy kneels immediately. He can't help himself from doing so. "Speak one more ill word against Lexa and I will not be so merciful. In fact, let it be known that to hurt her is to hurt me. And you know what we do to the vampires that are a threat to my safety." she finishes darkly.
"I do Domina." Bellamy murmurs. "I'll let it be known right away that the mundane is off limits."
"Good." the blonde vampire says surely. "Now go make sure that Lexa's room is available to her and that she has everything she needs."
"Of course Domina." the male vampire mutters and closes the door behind him. He needs to fix this situation with the mundane before things get more complicated.
In order to do so he needed to find out more information about her. Taking his cellphone out, Bellamy dials a familiar number and waits a while until the person on the other line answers it.
"You called?" the woman says jokingly.
"I need you to find out everything you can about Lexa Woods." he informs the hacker quickly. "And only report your findings to me."
"Understood." she promises. "Is the Domina aware of your investigation?"
"I can't tell you that." Bellamy lies.
The woman exhales. "As long as you don't involve me in your bullshit or use my information to hurt the Domina then I'll help you."
"This information is to protect her. You know how much I care about Clarke." he says honestly.
"We all do. Which is why I'll help you Bellamy."
"Thank you Raven." the vampire thanks her.
"Sure thing. Just don't do anything stupid until I get back to you." she finishes and immediately hangs up.
What he was going to do was stupid, Bellamy thought. But it was necessary and he knew that Clarke was going to thank him and forgive him for going behind her back the moment she realized Lexa was a danger to all of them. He just had to prove it first.
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Sitting down in front of the mirror, Lexa can't stop replaying the conversation she had hours earlier with Clarke Griffin. The woman was so honest, and desirable and erotic that Lexa had a hard time trying to not think about being fucked by her. She could see the desire in her eyes each time they talked to one another, and although Lexa was not a virgin, she felt that having sex with Clarke would be almost like losing her virginity. There was just something so raw in the way the blonde woman stared at her that made Lexa realize that there was more going on between them than just lust. She did not lie when she confessed to Clarke that she believed in soulmates. She had even been surprised when she mentioned her parents without being forced to do so.
After losing them to a car crash, Lexa was moved to her uncle's house and she had grown up with a loving and warm family. Gustus and Indra were wonderful to her during her time at their home and she loved them dearly. But even they knew that it was going to be impossible for them to fill out the emptiness Lexa's parents had left when they died. Because of that they never tried to imitate or replicate their traditions and routines. What they did instead with Lexa was create their own and that had meant the world to the brunette woman. It had showed her that there were good people in the world and that death is not the end. Even to this day she still maintained contact with Gustus and Indra and she even spent Thanksgiving and Christmas with them and their children, who also grew close to Lexa.
In fact, it was because of Gustus that Lexa became interested in policing since he is a member of the police department of his hometown. Lincoln, their oldest son and Lexa's closest friend, was a detective in the Detroit PD and the one that told her of Alie Carter's case. They were all a family and Lexa owned them all that she was. They made her the woman she was today and for that she was thankful to them.
But now here she was, in an island getting ready for dinner with a woman she didn't know much about apart from her name and business. And yet it felt like they knew each other more than that, on a deeper and more intricate level than one of common strangers. It was this, mostly, what made Lexa crave Clarke's presence. Yes, she was attracted to the blonde woman but that was not the main reason she chose to stay here. Something had happened when Clarke touched her hand, like a small wave of energy had gone through her, warming her up inside and leaving a fuzzy feeling in her heart. One that had yet to go away. But she didn't want it to fade, instead, thinking about the warmth inside of her disappearing made her heart grow weary and restless; which were emotions that kept confusing her. She just had to find out why it was that she was feeling all of these things. And then catch the petty criminal so she could return to Detroit and collect her reward. It was easier said than done.
"Ma'am?" she hears Castian knock on her door.
Damn him and his timing, Lexa thinks while putting her robe on to open the door.
"Yes?" she replies when all Castian does is try to stare at her breasts.
"Oh, delivery for you." he stutters while giving her the package he was holding.
Not caring about him seeing the contents of the box, Lexa immediately starts to tear the tape apart. It doesn't take long for her to realize that inside there's a beautiful black dress that must have cost up more than the one she wore for breakfast.
"Holy shit." Lexa whispers because the dress is spectacular, and unlike the one of breakfast, this one seems to take into consideration what she likes. This one came from Clarke.
"Miss Griffin can certainly choose a dress." Castian says and Lexa notices his tone right away. He's jealous.
"Thank you for bringing me this." she wants him to leave.
"So you'll use it?" he asks instead.
"I have nothing else to wear for dinner."
"So she'll take you to dinner." this he says in a worrisome tone.
"Why are you saying it like that?" she asks him immediately.
"Miss Griffin never takes anyone to dinner with her." he murmurs.
So that means I'm special, Lexa thinks while smiling warmly.
"She must really like you."
"I barely know her." Lexa admits.
Castian looks around the hall and huffs in relief when he sees that they're all alone.
"Listen, you're a really nice girl Lexa and I would hate for something bad to happen to you." he starts saying. "But you need to stay away from Miss Griffin. She's dangerous."
"She's dangerous..." Lexa repeats. "Why do you say that?"
"Cause she is!" he raises his voice a little. "She just has this way that can charm anyone and make them do whatever she desires. And she's not normal."
"Not normal in what way Castian?" the brunette doesn't know what to make of this. "There's no crime in being capable of getting what you want."
"I know that. But there's just something about here that doesn't seem right. Like I've never seen the inside of her room. Only special personnel can enter."
"Billionaires tend to be that way." Lexa chuckles. "They don't like other people seeing their stuff."
"She's hiding something, I just don't know what."
"Are you sure that's it?" she feels bad about what she'll say next but better her doing so than the guy being fired. "Or the fact that I'm going to dinner with her."
"You're going because you can't help yourself. I understand."
"You understand..."
"Of course. And that's why I'm trying to tell you not to go. To protect you."
"Listen Castian, you've been very nice to me and all, but I don't need your protection. Believe me, I'm very capable of defending myself."
"But Lexa..." he starts to say.
"I believe Miss Woods specifically told you that she's capable of defending herself." both of them hear a familiar voice and Lexa can't speak another word when she sees Clarke.
"Miss Griffin." Castian whispers.
"Lexa." the blonde woman doesn't pay attention to the man. "Is he bothering you?"
"He was just leaving." Lexa said while staring at Castian who got the message and nodded.
"Good. I wouldn't want to be the one responsible for getting the young boy fired because of his indiscretion and disrespect." she threatens him and smiles when the boy flinches in fear. Good, so he can stay away from MY Lexa.
"What are you doing here?" Lexa asks her while staring at her dress. It was red and it hugged every part of Clarke's body wonderfully.
"Well, you're running late dear." Clarke jokes while pointing at her watch.
"Oh shit." the brunette apologizes immediately while opening the room. "I'm so sorry Clarke."
"Don't be because I'm not." she purrs and smirks when Lexa blushes. "Besides, I also wanted to see if you received my gift."
"It's very beautiful." Lexa admits. "But you can't keep giving me stuff like this."
"Why not?"
"Because it sends the wrong message to people."
"And what kind of message would giving you a dress send?"
Clarke knows what she's doing but she can't help herself. She wants people to know that Lexa is hers. Besides, there will be some guests at the dinner that Clarke specifically wants them to know that the brunette is off limits.
"That I belong to you." Lexa whispers and Clarke gulps from hearing the desire and longing in the younger woman's voice.
"I..." Clarke starts to say but decides to not pursue her next line of thought. "I just knew that you didn't have a dress for tonight. And I have the money Lexa. Please, don't overthink this and wear it. I know you'll look spectacular in it."
"But..." Lexa starts to say.
"Please, for me." Clarke resorts to begging and it sounds strange in her mouth. She is the Domina, she never begs.
Maybe Castian's claims were not so far off, Lexa thinks, because she can get me to do anything.
"For you." Lexa says and notices a strange shade of red momentarily replace the blue of Clarke's eyes. "But that also sends another message."
"Does it?" Clarke gets closer to Lexa who closes her eyes at the feeling.
"That we're together."
"Well, we will be arriving together, and hopefully leaving together." she whispers right next to Lexa's ear.
"I thought you said you wanted to get to know me better. That I was special."
"And you are." she promises. "Which is why I'm doing my best at controlling myself from not taking that robe off your body and fuck you senseless right here and now."
Fuck, Lexa thinks but still moans after hearing Clarke say that. What the hell is wrong with me?!
"Now, please do put your dress on so we can make it to the dinner." Clarke gives her a predatory smile that does nothing to calm her desire. "I'll be waiting for you at the waiting room."
"Ok." Lexa whispers and quickly goes to the bathroom to close the door. "Fuck me." she moans when the door closes.
"Fuck me." Clarke says in the hall while getting in front of a mirror. Her eyes were switching between red and blue. "I can't believe I'm thirsty."
Trying her best to not run towards the bathroom and beg Lexa to let her kiss her, Clarke starts to think about the possible repercussions of their growing bond. It was clear now that Lexa was bonded to Clarke since the blonde woman would now be thirsty no matter how much blood she took. It was known to vampires that the moment they had physical contact with their soulmate, they would only be satisfied by drinking their blood. And that was an inconvenience since Clarke had not confessed to Lexa what she was. She was more than 300 years old, which meant that she had a high level of self-control. But then again that was when she didn't have her soulmate right next to her. Just being close to Lexa made the creature inside of her want to come out. She knew that she would never be capable of hurting the brunette, but she had promised Lexa to take things slow and to get to know one another. Clarke was aware of the fame she had, of how many thought she was a womanizer with no morals or feelings. And that had been in some part true until recently. Right now all she wanted was to be with Lexa and that surprised and scared her. She honestly wanted to do right by the brunette woman and make her fall in love with her. Lexa was that special to her. How did she know that? She just did.
But Bellamy was right as well. It was a rather unfortunate time for her to find her soulmate since she was in the middle of coven negotiations. She had been Queen for approximately 200 years and that was after her mentor lost his life in a battle between the thirteen covens. Before he died, he left his coven, Arkadia, under her control, and instead of continuing individual wars Clarke decided to ally herself with most of the remaining covens. The alliance was a good incentive for the covens to stop fighting, and that prevented the war from escalating. The only group that refused to join was Azgeda, and because Clarke did not want to enter another war she decided to not attack them as long as they did not attack her or the members of their alliance. Surprisingly, the agreement worked and the vampires of the different covens were living in a hesitant peace- until a border dispute ended in the death of three vampires from Azgeda. They were claiming that it was an attempt from Clarke and Arkadia so that the other covens would be forced to go to war with them, forcing Azgeda (the smallest clan) to enter her alliance.
Clarke had laughed at the remarks and foolishly dismissed them when she first heard them, but chaos soon followed and right now she was doing damage control. The covens wanted to learn what had happened to the dead vampires and they wanted Clarke to assure them that she was not going to force Azgeda to join the alliance. She had been livid when Bellamy explained to her that she had to host an event, but her right hand was right when he argued that this was the only way to prevent another war. Raven and her squad had been investigating the murder of the three vampires and they had offered her some leads concerning their deaths. Up until now, it seemed that the ones responsible for it were nomads who got into a fight over food. It was not what Clarke had truly wanted to hear, but it was enough to stall Azgeda and the other covens from declaring war on one another. What Clarke truly wanted was for Azgeda to be responsible so that she could demote their elder and place a new one. She and Roan went way back, and it was obvious that they didn't like each other very much. But the real problem of Azgeda was not only Roan but his wife Ontari as well. The two of them were ruthless and deadly, having been the ones responsible for starting the war that ended the life of her mentor Marcus Kane.
That connection was the one thing that gave Azgeda standing ground to their claim; her bond with her mentor clouding her judgment as Queen (which was not true). Whoever had killed those three vampires did it in order to get Azgeda the chance to challenge Clarke as the legitimate Queen. And if Clarke didn't play her cards right then she would re enter another war. But this time it was different. Before she had nothing to lose, only her own life. Now she had Lexa, her soulmate, who could possibly be in the middle of it all. The possibility of that even happening terrified Clarke. She knew that she would not survive the sorrow of losing the brunette woman. It was well known that vampires who lost their soulmates usually asked their coven to sacrifice them, the burden of living forever without their beloved too much for them to handle. And that was the irony of it all; people tended to believe that vampires were heartless creatures but in reality it was the opposite. Once they loved someone, they loved them with their whole being and forever. They were more passionate, usually allowing their emotions to rule their judgment instead of their brain. They were hopeless romantics, dreaming of meeting their soulmate so they could share the Bond. And yet most vampires died without even meeting their soulmate and that was the saddest part of being an eternal being; to watch others die without the solace of love. Clarke didn't want that to be her.
"I'm ready." Clarke heard Lexa say and this made her stop thinking about coven politics. Instead, she now focused on the beautiful woman standing in front of her.
"Do I look stupid?" the brunette murmurs when Clarke just stays quietly staring at her.
"You look..." the vampire starts to say but words are not enough. "You are breathtaking Lexa." she manages to say.
"Thank you." Lexa blushes while getting closer to Clarke. "We match."
"I know." Clarke says while also getting closer to Lexa who closes her eyes. "I planned on it being that way."
"Why?"
"So that everyone knows that the most beautiful woman in the room came with me." the blonde purrs.
"Clarke..." Lexa whimpers and touches the blonde's cheeks with her hands. "What is happening between us?"
This makes Clarke stop her advance and instead focus on the beautiful green eyes in front of her that were begging to know the truth.
"You know how I feel." the vampire replies surely. "You can feel it. You can see it." she continues saying while kissing the brunette's hand. "The real question is: What do you feel Lexa?"
"I want you Clarke." the brunette admits while staring at blue eyes. "You must know that as well."
"I didn't want to assume." she jokes and earns herself a soft chuckle from the younger woman. "Are you sure you want this?"
"I don't know." Lexa replies honestly. "I just know that you and I share a connection. One that is not of this world." she continues explaining. "Or is from a part of this world that I still don't understand."
"Then what does that mean, for us?" Clarke whispers.
"It means that I want to find out." Lexa says softly. "With you." she finishes and kisses Clarke on the lips.
It was more than what both of them had expected or hoped kissing each other would be like. When their lips touched, it was as if a ray of light came pouring out of them, encasing them in their light and uniting their souls together. Suddenly, kissing did not seem like enough to the two women who started to move their hands around each other, holding and squeezing what they could find, whimpering when they touched an area that the other liked. Their tongues clashed with one another, sucking, nibbling and licking what they could, making the two of them become erratic in their kissing. And yet it was still not enough. Their need for one another was too much.
"Clarke..." Lexa cried when she felt the blonde lower her lips to her neck. "Please..."
"Tell me what you want." Clarke purrs in her ear.
"You Clarke, I want you." the brunette cries.
Before Clarke can answer or do something else, she hears the familiar ringtone of her phone. Huffing in annoyance, it reminds her of the dinner that she must attend, although she wished she could just stay with Lexa all alone.
"We must go." she says dejectedly to Lexa who takes longer to recover from her kiss haze.
"Of course." she agrees.
"But I don't want to go." Clarke whispers while pecking her lips. "I want to stay here with you."
"So do I. But I'm not the CEO that has responsibilities and fancy dinners to attend." she jokes.
"Funny." the blonde says while reapplying her makeup.
"Wait Clarke." Lexa whispers but Clarke still hears her. "Can I ask you something before we go?"
"Of course."
"What does this mean to you? What do I mean to you?" she knows the question is too serious and yet at the same time she feels that it's not. For some reason she needs the security and comfort of knowing what she means to Clarke.
"It means everything." the vampire whispers while kissing her lips softly. "You mean everything." she vows and lowers her lips to the brunette's neck and nibs at it.
"Thank you." Lexa murmurs and hugs her tight. "You feel right. This feels right."
"Good." Clarke smiles warmly and her phone rings again. "I will kill him."
Lexa chuckles. "Now let's go to that dinner before Bellamy comes to the room and kills me for making you be late."