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The silent game

Part one

None of Clarke Griffin's romantic partner soulmates were dumb. None of them were. They knew what game was being played here.

Clarke Griffin was playing a silent game with them. In hindsight, they realized she was playing it with them for a while now. Whenever they thought she would be cooperating, she had only pretended to.

It wasn't a pleasant thing for any of Clarke Griffin's romantic partner soulmates-Natasha Romanoff, Yelena Belova, Melina Vostokoff, Felicia Hardy, Diana Prince, Mari McCabe, Brunnhilde or Dinah Lance to realize, however, it was perhaps necessary for them to realize, for them to make their next move.

Clarke played her silent little game with them. When one of them would reach for her and touch her, she would lean into their touch, but say nothing.

It occurred to them soon, that this was her last form of defiance. She didn't have the will to turn away from them. She wanted them too much, loved them too much to leave them or deny them ever.

So, this was all she could do. Physically speaking, Clarke was stronger than all of them. She was stronger physically than all seven Diana, She-Hulk, Superman, Supergirl, Powergirl, Thor and the Hulk.

She was stronger than anything, physically.

But she had no way of denying her lovers. So, she let them touch her. Because she wanted them. Wanted them so much.

More than she wanted to want them.

But she had one thing that she could use to hurt them. She didn't respond, verbally to them.

At times, anyway.

They used to think that it was because she either didn't know what to say, how to formulate sentences when it came to her feelings. Or that she was just shy.

But no, it wasn't that, was it? Or that wasn't all of it, was it?

It was something a bit worse than that, wasn't it?

All of Clarke's soulmates had gradually realized that it was because Clarke was trying to resist them.

Trying to be spiteful.

Or spiteful because that was what Clarke realized that that was what the ice queen, queen Nia would have wanted of her.

They knew that this was a spiteful little game that she was playing with them. But they didn't care.

As Clarke started playing one of her games, ignoring her lovers, her lovers, being the sly, wicked women that they were, used their hands well.

Yelena pulled Clarke onto her lap, arms around her waist, holding her tightly. Clarke could break out of the embrace easily if she wanted to, but all of Clarke's lovers knew she wouldn't.

Natasha and Melina sat down, flanking Yelena on each of the youngest Widow's sides, leaning in and each kissing a side of Clarke's neck, biting gently.

Clarke moaned at Natasha and Yelena's bites, licks and sucks.

Brunnhilde smirked and leaned in, kissing Clarke deeply, swallowing the younger woman's moans.

Diana, Felicia, Mari and Dinah smirked, getting ready for their turn to devour their mate.

They all knew that they wouldn't be able to get Clarke to respond to them verbally unless she wanted to, but they could get her to respond verbally in other ways, couldn't they?