Author's Note: Sorry for the wait for this chapter but I'm moving out of my apartment and everything has been crazy. I hope you all like this chapter! Reviews are always welcomed and I love to discuss your theories with you all :) Thanks for the love.
Clarke was holding herself straight, doing everything in her power to not jump her mate in the elevator and start something that she knew they would not be capable of stopping. The enclosed space was doing nothing to help her: She could hear Lexa's soft panting and laborious breath, she could feel the perspiration in the air surrounding them, she could see the way Lexa's pupils dilated and focused on her body- but the worst was that she could SMELL her arousal. She could smell how wet Lexa was and that was driving her insane. Biting her lips, Clarke closed her eyes and tried her best to not react to the way the brunette mundane was getting closer to her, seemingly incapable of resisting her call.
"Lexa..." the blonde warns her without staring at her.
"Clarke..." Lexa moans her name and that makes the vampire purr in delight. "I feel so much..."
"I know darling." Clarke tells her without touching her.
"Touch me." she begs and the vampire moans in desperation. "Touch me." she continues saying while moving her hands over her breasts.
"I can't." Clarke cries out and moves forward, using her own hands to keep Lexa's at bay.
Using her extra strength, she quickly carries Lexa by her legs and holds her tight, crashing their bodies and lips together in desperation. Moving her towards the wall of the elevator, Clarke immediately starts grinding her hips, making Lexa moan in delight and grasp her hair harder. The action, instead of being painful, only made the vampire groan in excitement.
"Fuuuuck." Lexa moans while moving her lips towards Clarke's neck and licking desperately.
When the elevator's doors open, Clarke refuses to change her position or lower her mate. Instead, what she does is use her speed to move them towards her room, not caring about being seen. Lucky for them, no one was around. Using one of her hands to locate her key, Clarke opens the door and immediately enters, smirking when Lexa takes one of her hands out of her hair to close the door behind them. Continuing her attack on the brunette's lips, she immediately starts discarding her shoes off, not worrying about where they land. She can feel Lexa trying to do the same to no avail, clearly refusing to stop kissing her in order to take her shoes off.
Lexa can feel the way Clarke's body is slowly changing under her, the brands and markings appearing on her skin and her touch becoming more possessive and desperate. Opening her eyes, she notices that Clarke's eyes are red and completely dilated, a sight that only made Lexa moan in delight. She loved the vampire's inner creature because she knew that very few people were capable of making Clarke's creature make an appearance. And, in a primal and animalistic way, Lexa knew that the blonde's lack of control showed her own and deep desperation to possess and claim her as her own. Being claimed and possessed had never attracted Lexa, having seen the practice as silly and uninteresting. But with Clarke it was different; they were not playing a scene or pretending, to her mate this was all real because a part of the vampire was that animalistic and had such primary senses. And, as her soulmate, a part of Lexa responded to that call. She wanted to make her mate happy and she wanted to feel secure and desired. Clarke made her feel all of that.
Noticing that Clarke had stopped kissing her, Lexa simply smiles and reassures her mate by touching her eyes and skin, going over every visible change in the vampire's body. She can feel the way her muscles contract at her tongue's touch, she can hear Clarke's moans and purrs when she gets close to her mouth and peppers kisses on her jaw. Smiling softly at the way Clarke's hands hold her close and move her skin by using her thumbs, she holds her tight and waits until the blonde vampire focuses her stare on her.
"Why are you afraid?" Lexa asks her while caressing her cheek.
"Look at me." Clarke says brokenly while pointing at herself. "I'm a monster Lexa."
"I don't fear you." she says immediately and Clarke looks away from her. "And you're not a monster."
"I don't want to hurt you." the vampire whispers brokenly. "I've never felt such a need like the one I'm feeling right now. I'm not sure I can control it."
"I trust you." the mundane replies immediately. "You, or your creature, would never be capable of hurting me: I see it in the way you look at me, I feel it in the way you hold me, I taste it in the way you kiss me, I hear it in your whimpers and moans of delight and I smell it. I can smell how much you want me Clarke. Take what's yours" she whispers the last part and the vampire cries out in desperation.
Feeling Clarke's hold become tighter, Lexa hugs her warmly and searches for her lips, softly kissing them until the vampire relaxes in her touch. Shockingly, she can feel Clarke trembling and that warms her heart. Although it was clear that the blonde desperately needed her, she was terrified of doing something that might hurt her, denying herself the pleasure of having Lexa. But the brunette didn't want that. She knew that her mate would never cause her harm, but it was clear that the only way Clarke was going to believe so was by seeing it firsthand. She had to take charge and show Clarke that consummating their bond was not going to hurt either of them.
Separating from the vampire, she notices the older woman's surprised look, one that quickly disappears when she starts to move downwards, her intentions quite clear.
"Can I?" she purrs while kneeling before her and smiles warmly when her mate nods immediately.
Not moving her gaze away from Clarke's, Lexa can hear her mate panting and can feel her eyes staring at her, not sure of what was happening but too turned on and surprised to speak. She had no idea of what Clarke's life before her had been like, but a part of her was whispering that the vampire had never been used to caring too much. She had taken what was willingly given to her and then moved on, many people passing by but none staying afterwards. That, Lexa was realizing, was what made Clarke be so worried; she had never cared up until now. But the brunette was going to show her that having sex didn't only mean to fuck. She was going to make love to Clarke.
Without taking her eyes away from Clarke, Lexa starts to use her hands to caress the vampire's legs, going from the top of the tight to her foot. She can feel the muscles of Clarke's body contract with each touch, and can hear the blonde moan with each kiss and lick she gives. Taking the shoes off, she next focuses on the dress Clarke is wearing, noticing the way it hugs her body tight and trying her best to find the zipper. In order to do so, she moves her hands around while getting close to the vampire's face. Smiling softly, she then closes the distance between them and kisses her calmly, merely enjoying the way their lips and tongue fit perfectly together.
Once she finds the zipper, she separates from Clarke and turns her around, chuckling softly at the surprised sound that comes from her mate. Moving the zipper downwards, each time new skin is revealed to her she uses her tongue to lick it, enjoying the taste of Clarke's sweat and the sweet sounds she was making. Not wanting to damage the dress, she holds it in her hands and moves away from the blonde, who hasn't moved since she started taking her clothes off, to place it away. Lexa could feel how much this type of touch was confusing the blonde, who was whimpering and moaning with each new kiss and gesture Lexa had.
Clarke was incredibly turned on and confused. When she had thought of this moment, and she did many times ever since she met Lexa, she had always seen herself as the confident and suave lover. But once she started to kiss Lexa and realize that this was really going to happen, she had become terrified of herself. It was not because of lack of experience but it was because of lack of caring in those previous encounters. Being the Queen of the Coalition had made Clarke become very desirable, men and women from all places and races trying their best to make her their next conquest. And she had never been shy of calming her desires and cravings. But Lexa was different. She loved Lexa and she was terrified of hurting her, either physically or mentally. She was not used to caring about others and many times she knew that her inner creature was dominating in bed. She was worried that it would hurt Lexa and that was the last thing she wanted to ever do. Her mate was her life.
Nevertheless, Lexa trusted her, believed in her strength and love, which only made Clarke become more desperate to not break that promise. She could feel the longing and desire deep in her bones, wanting to get out and ravish her mate. But Lexa was different. Lexa was a mundane and she was more delicate than her previous bed partners. She was more important than her previous bed partners because Lexa was special. She was her life. And Clarke was not even sure she was capable of being caring and loving while having sex.
But Lexa was, and to Clarke, that made the whole difference. The brunette was kissing her skin, touching and loving her deeply and desperately. She could feel it in the way her hands moved around her body, how they were taking her apart and healing her, showing her that it was possible to feel desire and lust while being delicate. Because that was what Clarke was currently feeling; desire to have her mate. She wanted Lexa, and based on the way the brunette was currently staring at her in deep desperation and longing, the feeling was mutual.
Moving forward, Clarke stared at deep green eyes and smiled softly, kissing the brunette's lips lovingly, their tongues crashing and their hands grabbing what they could. Although she was in only her panties, she still held herself surely in front of her mate, happily enjoying the way Lexa's eyes moved between her face and breasts.
"You can touch them." she whispers warmly. "I want you to touch them."
"Oh Clarke." Lexa moans while using her hands to touch and caress her breasts. "You're perfect."
"You are perfect." Clarke promises to her while finding the zipper of the mundane's dress. "May I?" she asks timidly.
"I'm yours Clarke." the brunette promises her.
"And so am I." the blonde reminds her. "And yet you asked."
"Then yes, take it off." she huffs and can't help herself from laughing when Clarke chuckles.
"So impatient." she teases her mate.
"You are my addiction." Lexa whispers to her while feeling shaking hands move around her towards the back of her bra. "You won't hurt me love." she reassures her.
Nodding in acceptance and determination, Clarke takes Lexa's bra off and now both of them are standing in front of each other with only their panties on. Their eyes are roaming the other's body and they know that there was no way or force that would make them leave the room. Getting close, Clarke uses her hand to caress the brunette's stomach and moans when she feels defined and strong muscles underneath. Her mate was beautiful and a perfect mundane specimen.
"You're so beautiful." she whispers in complete awe while holding Lexa close to her. "And I'm so lucky to have you."
"We are both lucky for having each other." Lexa smiles warmly at her.
Staring at her mate's deep green eyes, and feeling nothing but peace and safety in the arms of her beloved, Clarke can feel herself crying softly. She had never felt anything like what she was feeling right now. It was a feeling of completeness and fulfillment. One that she had been craving for almost 3 centuries and that finally came to her in the shape of a woman.
"Clarke?" Lexa whispers to her while waiting for the blonde to calm down. "Are you ok?"
"Yes love." she smiles happily. "Happy tears."
"Should I get used to you crying each time you're happy?" Lexa jokes with her. "It's usually the opposite for mundanes."
"Shush love." Clarke growls at her while grabbing her by the waist.
"What are you doing?" the brunette shrieks in delight while feeling herself be carried away.
"I'm going to make love to you." she promises her beloved and softly places her on the bed. "I'm going to make you mine forever."
"Oh Clarke..." Lexa moans at the way the vampire purrs and smirks at her, her confidence having returned tenfold.
"Do you want me to?" she asks while moving her hands downwards.
"Yes." Lexa hisses.
"If I do something that makes you uncomfortable..."
"I promise to tell you." Lexa says immediately. "But I know you won't because all you have done till this moment is combust my body and soul."
"I intend to do much more." Clarke promises her. "You mean everything to me Lexa. And I want to show you. Will you let me?" she teases while using her fingers to grab the brunette's panties.
"Take them off now." Lexa growls and Clarke moans in delight, immediately doing what her mate commanded.
Closing her eyes and using her nostrils to smell, she purrs even louder than before, immediately closing the distance between the brunette's lower lips and her own lips. She takes her first taste and she knows she's gone: It was perfect, a mixture that could only be Lexa and that called for her to lick and create more. Moaning in delight and going further inside, she can hear her mate whimpering and cursing, it being pretty clear that her touch was welcomed and desired.
"God." Lexa moans while closing her eyes. "Your tongue..." she whimpers when she feels said appendage move even faster. "How can you even do that?"
"Benefits of being a vampire love." Clarke teases her while pinching her clit.
"Don't tease me please." she begs her mate. "I have wanted you for so long."
"So have I." she promises while moving now her fingers. "How many?"
"Two." Lexa says and screams when Clarke immediately pushes them inside. "So good."
"You're perfect Lexa, the way your walls are keeping my fingers in, the way your hips move downwards to ride my hand..." Clarke starts chanting as well and she knows that her inner beast is coming out.
"Don't be afraid." Lexa tells her and that's all Clarke needs to hear to let go completely.
"Mine." she roars while going to her mate's neck and inhaling the scent coming from it. "Only mine."
"Only yours." the brunette promises while moaning in delight. "So close. Please take me. Please make me yours. Feed from me, complete our bond." she orders her mate who roars in delight.
"Lexa..." Clarke moans and sucks her neck once she finds the perfect place to bite.
"Do it." Lexa says and screams when she feels the blonde's fangs pierce her skin. "Oh fuuuuck." she cries and orgasms immediately.
"Lexa..." is all Clarke can think of while sucking and feeding from her mate, the blood being even sweeter than her essence. She could feel Lexa moaning at each lick and that made her groan yet again. Lexa was hers.
Knowing that her mate was almost at the point of orgasm, Lexa quickly lowers her hand and passes the blonde's panties before using her fingers to caress her clit. Earning a groan and moan in delight, Lexa uses her fingers to create patterns that keep Clarke guessing and moving in desperation. Soon enough, the blonde separates from her neck and that is when she plunges her fingers deep inside, an action that makes Clarke scream and cum from the sheer surprise and pleasure.
"Lexaaa." she moans and closes her eyes while feeling her body fall on top of the brunette's.
They stayed like that for a long time, neither wanting to separate from each other, basking in their shared love and afterglow. Neither had expected it to be so powerful, but the way they had felt when orgasming had been like nothing they had ever experienced- they knew they would never feel that with another. The Bond was completed, and thanks to that, now both of them were fully capable of feeling what the other did. So, it was not only their own love for their mate what they were experiencing, but it was also the one of the other for them. There was no further need for them to keep the words to themselves since now they could feel it in their hearts and souls.
"I love you Lexa." Clarke whispers vehemently while placing the brunette's hand in her heart. "So much."
Smiling happily at the blonde who was staring at her with adoration and love, Lexa vows to herself to never let anything or anyone separate her from her beloved. Clarke was hers and she was going to be with her until the end of time. Of that she was certain.
"And I love you." she says softly while kissing the vampire longingly.
CLCLCLCL
"Why is she staying away from me?" Raven whispers while taking a drink from her cup.
She had been following Anya around the room, doing her best to get her attention, but the older vampire was clearly avoiding her. Usually she didn't care when that happened, but for some reason this time it hurt. She felt angry at the Trikru woman for not explaining herself, for leaving her naked in the bed and for refusing to speak to her. And that scared Raven. She had never been one of those women who held on to her partners. In fact, she was pretty much in favor of moving around and experimenting with different people. But the mere thought of Anya doing that with another made her blood boil in jealousy and anger. The brunette vampire was confused because of this, and the hypocrisy of it all did not amuse her. She wanted Anya to herself and admitting that was hard. For the first time in her whole life, she wanted another vampire to belong to her.
Octavia had already left, saying that she needed to go make a perimeter check around Clarke's room since Miller had told her that was where the Queen and Lexa were headed. Feeling happy for her friend, Raven kept on staring at Anya, thoughts of being together clouding her mind and making her wish for that to be a reality. Maybe it was the alcohol that was making her bold, but she knew that she could no longer stay stuck to the chair and drink her sorrows away. Deciding that enough was enough, she got close to Anya who noticed her approach and quickly walked out of the party. Not giving up, she followed the Trikru vampire until they were both alone in one of the halls.
"Wait." she says while closing the distance between the two of them and preventing Anya from escaping.
"What do you want Raven?" the vampire closes her eyes in resignation.
"You've been avoiding me. I want to know why."
"You want to know why?" the woman chuckles softly. "Can't it just be that perhaps I don't want to see you anymore?"
"You're lying." Raven says surely. "I know you enjoyed our time together. I can smell your arousal."
"Perhaps." the Trikru vampire whispers. "But just because my body wants something that doesn't mean that I want it."
"Was it not good for you?" the hacker whispers while getting close to Anya who closes her eyes and whimpers softly. "Because if it wasn't then I can correct that, I promise."
"That's not it Raven." the older brunette creates distance between them and takes a calming breath. "It was more than good." she promises.
"Then why did you leave?" she whispers brokenly.
"Because it was TOO good." she confesses sadly.
"But that's not a bad thing." Raven smiles warmly. "It means that we have awesome chemistry."
"Only chemistry?" Anya laughs brokenly. "Tell me, haven't you wondered why it was THAT good? Why we seemed to fit perfectly together?"
"Luck?" the younger vampire says confused.
"You are either very oblivious or plain stupid."
"Don't insult me!" Raven says loudly. "I'm the head of intelligence at Arkadia."
"One can have knowledge and be stupid at the same time."
"Stop." the hacker says. "Why are you doing is? We had fun, didn't we? Why ruin it when we both got what we wanted from the other?"
"The fact that you don't know the answer to the question makes me feel very sorry for you." Anya tells her softly. "I know you felt it too. That connection that goes deeper than any kind of chemistry or luck."
"The way you're talking about this you're making it sound as if we're soulmates." she jokes and notices the way Anya doesn't laugh with her. "Don't tell me you believe that's what we are?"
When the older woman doesn't answer her and merely looks down in a sign of vulnerability, Raven feels her composure and cheekiness dissipate. Soulmates? That was ridiculous. She would never have her soulmate because no one would be capable of wanting her. She was too broken and used up in order to be good enough for anyone.
"Don't." Raven murmurs darkly.
"But it's the truth." Anya continues saying. "Closing yourself off to the truth won't make it go away."
"I don't know what you're talking about since the only one being delusional here is you and not me."
"Of course it's me." Anya mutters.
"I don't appreciate your sarcasm."
"Then grow up and accept this for what it is."
"And what do you think this is?" she asks while pointing at the two of them.
"You do know." she whispers. "You felt it too but you're too afraid to admit it. To admit that we're soulmates."
"All I felt was a good orgasm." she says and immediately regrets it when she sees Anya's face crumble.
"Asshole." the older vampire says bitterly. "Don't talk to me again if all you will do is be a coward."
"Anya, wait..." she starts to say but the Trikru vampire ignores her. "Shit!" she exclaims while hitting the wall and making a hole on it.
"Fuck." Raven says bitterly while moving away from the hall.
She had not expected Anya to tell her what she had been feeling, but deep inside of her she knew that the Trikru vampire was right. They were soulmates and she had been too dumb to not see it until the older woman had to basically spell it out to her. But instead of relishing in the discovery, what she did was insult and cast away the only woman that had ever tried to be with her. She had been scared of the Bond, of what that would mean for herself and her independence. She was not used to having people that knew her deep thoughts, and although Clarke seemed to be relishing in the prospect of having another that understood her, Raven was not like that. But then again, Anya also seemed like a woman that kept her emotions to herself and only shared when it was necessary. Like tonight.
Closing her eyes in desperation and loneliness, Raven knew that she had fucked up big time and that there was no way for the older vampire to forgive her. She had hurt Anya in the worst way possible to her, and the fact that she knew what words would affect her the most, that meant that she could read and feel Anya's emotions and feelings. She had just been too stupid to realize why she was capable of doing so.
Making her way towards her room, Raven almost failed to see that something was amiss, but thankfully she was a vampire and her senses even worked under deep emotional turmoil. Staring towards the end of the hall, she noticed Bellamy in the company of a young man, both of them whispering and speaking in hushed tones.
"I can't get close to her." the young man said brokenly.
"I know. Miss Griffin planned it that way." Bellamy explained to him.
"She's not human, right? She's a vampire."
"Yes she is." he confesses and Raven stares at the scene in complete shock. "That's why I ran away from her."
He just broke one of our sacred laws, she thought while avoiding to make noise.
"We must help Lexa, I tried to get one of my friends to give her a drink but Lexa doesn't drink alcohol."
"Shit." Bellamy says angrily. "We must think of something else by the end of the night."
"We could do something tomorrow..."
"IT HAS TO BE TONIGHT!" Bellamy screams but then turns around to see if anyone noticed. "She'll know I'm helping you and she'll kill me. And then you. And Lexa will be left alone."
"Ok." the young man says brokenly. "Do you have another plan?"
"I just got told that Miss Grififn and Lexa left the party together." Bellamy murmurs. "That gives us some time."
"To do what?"
"For you to try again." Bellamy smirks. "You said that you can't get close to Lexa, but that doesn't stop you from going to her room."
"No it doesn't." the young man whispers.
"So you'll go and pour this in one of her water bottles." Bellamy gives him a vial and Raven opens her eyes in shock when she sees what it is. "And that will make Clarke be repealed from Lexa. She won't be able to touch her."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course I am." Bellamy promises and Raven hisses in hatred. He's right because that is poison and that will kill her. "Now hurry cause we don't have much time. I'll cover you."
"Ok." the young man whispers while moving towards one of the rooms and opening it quickly.
It takes a couple of minutes for him to come out, minutes in which Raven remains still, quietly looking at Bellamy and the way he kept moving around the door. It was clear that he was delusional and that he was beyond the point of rationality. He was a danger to them all, and no matter what, it was clear that he had a personal vendetta against Lexa. He was going to kill Clarke's mate just like he killed Octavia's. But what worried her was how composed and calm he was about it, clearly having planned and thought it through. It made her now doubt his version of Atom's murder when he claimed that his inner creature lost control and attacked every vampire surrounding him. Octavia had been right all along about him and his intentions. And Clarke and her had allowed him to go unpunished for the crime he committed. They had created a monster with access to technology and weapons.
"Done." the young man said while closing the door of the room. "Now what do we do?"
"You'll leave and go back to your room. They can't know you were here." Bellamy tells him and the boy nods. "I'll go to another room and wait to hear from my contact as soon as something happens."
Someone inside Arkadia is tipping Bellamy off, someone is betraying us, Raven thinks while waiting until Bellamy leaves the hall.
Immediately moving forward, she opens the door of Lexa's room with her universal key and enters it, checking her surroundings for traps of any kind. When she's happy that nothing is out of place, she goes to where the water bottles are and starts opening them. She knows that her sense of smell won't help her because the poison was meant to be used on vampires to incapacitate them. But that kind of poison will kill a mundane for sure and appear to be a death of natural causes. Huffing in anger, Raven takes a lantern, a glove and some sunglasses out of her purse. Quickly putting the glove and sunglasses on, she switches the lantern to UV light and turns it on, immediately finding the bottle with the poison. Pouring the content of it in the toilet and then flushing it, Raven relaxes and feels herself calm down, knowing that she had just prevented a calamity from occurring. Nevertheless, she knew that they had little time to stop Bellamy from finding out that the poison failed. Once he learned of his failed attempt, Raven was sure that he was going to try to flee the island. They couldn't let that happen.
Taking her phone out, she dials Octavia's number and exhales in relief when the younger vampire answers immediately.
"You need to come to Lexa's room right now. We have a situation." she simply tells her.