Abby pays a surprise visit. Cute/hot Clexa moments. Octavia and Clarke face to face again.
*Short chapter this time but many things going on so I hope you still enjoy it! Talking about enjoying; are you enjoying the fic so far? Let me know please!
The next day, very early in the morning, both Lexa and Clarke are getting ready to start their activities.
"Relax, you have been here with me; I doubt Indra would make a fuss about you being a few minutes late" Clarke, clad in only bra and panties, reassures from her place near the closet choosing her outfit for the day.
Lexa, standing at the side of the bed, buttoning her jacket, scoffs. "Have you been trained by Indra?"
Clarke pauses while contemplating, but adds immediately "OK, yeah hurry up."
Just then Lexa is about to reply with an exasperated "told you" when someone barges through the door.
"Hi hon…" Abby's greeting gets stuck in her throat as soon as she takes in the scene in front of her.
"Do-doctor Griffin," Lexa stutters staring at the older woman in fear. She didn't notice before- maybe because of her position of power in the past- but now she has to admit Abby's presence is really strong, almost as strong as Clarke's; and truth be told, the woman can be extremely daunting.
Abby glares at Lexa, scrutinizing her without saying one word.
Clarke, having already noticed her mother, lets out a long sigh of annoyance before instructing a petrified Lexa "you better get going; we don't want Indra to get mad do we?"
"Huh?" Lexa spins her head toward Clarke, coming out of her trance, "right" she nervously treads to the door.
"I'll see you later," Clarke calls out.
Lexa nods hesitatingly, switching glances from Clarke to Abby. "Excuse me" she inclines her head slightly at Abby, before walking past her to the exit.
Once Lexa is gone Abby turns to face her daughter expecting an explanation, but Clarke remains impassive, continuing to change like she wasn't even there. "What are you doing? She finally asks disconcertingly.
A sarcastic "what do you think I'm doing" crosses Clarke's mind but refrains from delivering it, answering instead "I don't know mom, but I'm sure you're gonna enlighten me."
It is very clear there are lots of things that Abby wants to say, but she finds herself in a state of bewilderment that she only manages to express "She's a child."
Clarke rolls her eyes expecting something along this line from the woman, "she's not a child mom; she's a sixteen year old warrior. Besides wasn't it you who told me that grounders proved to be mature for their age? Even biologically?"
Abby huffs not liking how smart ass her daughter is being. "You know what I meant Clarke."
"No I don't." Clarke counteracts as she finishes putting on her boots "and frankly I don't care."
"I beg your pardon?"
"Mom," Clarke walks over to the desk, collecting some papers. "This is my life, I decide what I do with it and whom to share it with; I don't need any interference from anyone, OK?"
"Clarke," Abby tries to reason. "I heard the rumors a while ago but I never imagined you…" She stops at the look Clarke is sending her way so she changes her approach. "Have you even checked out this girl's background, her family? What did she do before coming to Polis?"
Clarke sighs deeply, pinching the bridge of her nose "there's no need to do that; I already know her very well, trust me."
Starting to lose her patience at her daughter's impassiveness, Abby exclaims. "You're being irrational Clarke, acting on your impulses; you haven't thought this through."
"Oh believe me mom I have; I have thought about it more than you can ever imagine; that's the reason why…"
"She's not Lexa!" Abby suddenly spats unable to contain her concern.
Tired of playing nice Clarke reacts, "OK that's enough; I don't want to discuss my private life with you. I have things to do so I'm gonna ask you to leave."
"What?!" Abby is really surprised her daughter is practically kicking her out. She shakes her head in disbelief. "What happened to you?"
"Nothing has happened to me; actually I was perfectly fine until you showed up here bothering me, so just please leave me alone."
"Who the hell do you think you're talking to?!" Abby steps forward, challenging Clarke. "Have a little more respect, I'm your mother!"
"And I'm the commander of the thirteen clans and you're in my tower." Clarke slams the desktop with her left hand.
Abby is startled by her daughter's outburst. She saw Clarke doing the same at meetings and small confrontations, but this is the first time that it's been directed at her. Even if her pride won't allow her to say it out loud, it has managed to intimidate her.
Clarke moves forward, invading Abby's personal space. Staring at the woman straight into her eyes, she enunciates her next words clearly. "Nobody questions my decisions, nobody tells me what to do. You may be my mother yes, but you're also my subject." She points a finger menacingly at her mother's face, "don't you ever forget that Doctor Griffin." Saying that, she breezes past Abby and escapes from her bedroom.
Abby remains frozen on the spot, not quite believing what just happened.
…
Done with lunch and practice a while ago, Lexa is presently packing the clothing she is taking back to her village in just a few days when her basic combat training is over. She is looking forward to be back at home –at least for a couple of weeks- and see her parents and little brother. Lexa is pretty sure they are going to see her relationship with Clarke with kind eyes. Now that they will be able to visit her in Polis, her life will be complete; all the people she loves together. The only down side about it, is she won't be seeing Clarke for a while; but she has the certainty they are a couple now and this gives her all the consolation and assurance she needs. "OK that's it for today." Lexa puts her knapsack away, deciding to take a quick nap before getting ready to see Clarke, but then remembers the encounter with Doctor Griffin. 'Will Clarke be able to see me' she wonders worriedly. 'I hope she doesn't cause her any problems. If there is any Clarke will let me know.' With that thought she crawls into bed to get some needed rest.
…
Standing at the entrance of the throne room, Abby spots Clarke on the balcony talking to Roda. Her jaw clenches as she feels her body surge with anger when the woman extends her hand to caress Clarke's hair. Before she can duel too much with her rage, Indra notices her.
"Doctor Griffin" Indra greets with a small nod "you may come in."
Abby nods back and enters the room with a firm stance.
At that moment Clarke walks from the balcony to her throne, waiting for her mother to approach.
"Doctor Griffin" Roda passes by Abby and bows respectfully.
"Roda," Abby replies through gritted teeth watching with disdain as the woman –along with Indra- leave the premises.
As soon as Roda and Indra are out of sight, the doors are closed.
And that's when Abby finally faces her daughter. "Did you call for me Wanheda?" Her tone is sarcastic and full of venom.
Clarke chuckles. "OK, I deserved that" she concedes clearing her throat. "First I want to apologize to you; I was out of line earlier and I'm sorry."
"I see," Abby scoffs. "And I'm guessing this sudden regret comes after your other mom asked you to apologize to me?" She mocks, "And of course you always do what she says."
"Jesus Christ!" Clarke finds herself rolling her eyes once again at Abby. She really doesn't have the patience to deal with her mother's jealousy right now, so she ignores the statement and continues. "Anyways, I also want to take advantage of your presence so we can schedule new workshops for the healers here in Polis; if that's OK with you."
Abby sighs angrily. "Fine" She could never deny her services and knowledge to anyone –not even her insolent daughter.
"Good, then lets move to the meeting room, Indra is expecting us."
…
Lexa wakes up from her siesta, feeling like reading a bit. As she opens the drawer of the nightstand to retrieve her book, her eyes spot a small knitted bracelet in one of the corners. She picks it up delicately, gulping an unwelcome sense of guilt from her gut. Lexa gazes at it as all sorts of memories come into her mind. Soon afterward she decides to push those sensations aside, putting the bracelet away and forgetting about it for the time being.
…
Reaching a mutual agreement regarding the dates for the workshops, Clarke and Abby stand up to head to the clinic.
"Clarke," Abby calls before she can cross the threshold.
"Yeah?"
Abby hesitates still wary about Clarke's reaction earlier, but as the stubborn woman she is, she proceeds. "I think we should talk."
"About what?"
"You know what." Abby points out a little fearful to mention the actual name of the person in question.
At that Clarke's face hardens "mom." She stops before she snaps, instead answering as politely as she can. "I'm not discussing my girlfriend with you or anyone; I thought I made myself perfectly clear on that part."
"Your girlfriend?!" Abby counters "but when you…"
"We should really get going mom, I've got other things to do," Clarke remarks with what's left of her endurance.
Able to interpret the look Clarke is giving her, Abby gives up for now. "This is not over Clarke," she warns before exiting the meeting room.
"Argh" Clarke grunts throwing her head back, 'this is going to be a fucking long day.'
…
'She hasn't sent any messenger, so everything must be fine' Lexa concludes, sitting her book aside, and thinking about what to wear before seeing Clarke, when suddenly the object of her affections enters her room. "Clarke!"
"Hey," a tired looking Clarke makes her way to Lexa's bed.
"What are you doing here?" Lexa, surprised in a good way, welcomes Clarke into her arms.
Clarke hums happily, already feeling better now that she is with her girl. "I don't feel like dealing with my mother today; hope you don't mind me sticking around tonight."
"No, not at all" Lexa holds tightly onto Clarke. "I like that you're here."
"Good," Clarke sighs contently.
After a good while of peaceful silence, Lexa giggles.
"What's so funny?" Clarke asks intrigued.
"Oh well, it's just the commander of the thirteen clans, the legendary Wanheda is hiding from her mommy in my room," Lexa starts laughing out loud until Clarke slaps her arm. "Ouch!"
"I'm not hiding I'm…" Clarke can't come up with an excuse. "Stop it!" Clarke smacks Lexa once again seeing she is still mocking her.
"Make me!" Lexa teases, sticking her tongue out.
Clarke gasps at the mischievous dare. Never one to shy away from a challenge, she straddles Lexa, pushing her down onto the mattress. "Oh it's on!"
In a completely unexpected display of strength and flexibility, Lexa rolls them over so she's the one on top of Clarke, pinning her arms above her head. "Listen to me Clarke of the sky people" she articulates in a tone she's sure Clarke will identify "you can be all Wanheda you want behind the door, but here in this room…" she holds tight onto Clarkes wrists "… ai laik Heda"
Clarke squirms, letting out a growl of pleasure. 'Oh my fucking God.' She never imagined she would enjoy so much to be commanded in bed.
Liking this response, Lexa continues with her dominant role. "Was I clear enough?" She gives Clarke a pointed look.
"Yes." The reply comes fast.
"Yes what?" Lexa presses her thigh down between Clarke's legs.
"Ugh" Clarke stares at her with already heavy eyes of desire before practically purring "yes… Heda"
"Good girl."
…
Satiated and in a hot mess of tangled limbs, Clarke notes. "I see you're already packed for next week. Excited?"
"Yes very," Lexa, resting her head on Clarke's chest, responds "but I'm gonna miss you." She pouts nuzzling into her woman's neck.
"Me too." Clarke kisses Lexa's forehead, "time flies by baby don't worry," she reassures her girl even if she feels a little sad at the prospect of being apart.
Lexa hums in agreement. It crosses her mind to ask Clarke to visit her sometime but she doesn't say anything, thinking that she would probably disrupt Clarke's busy schedule.
Clarke for her part is submerged in her own thoughts, like for example how is it that they are still sort of hiding their relationship from the public eye; even if people already know or suspect something is going on? She wishes she could wander around Polis holding Lexa's hand and be affectionate without any reservations or care. Of course, she is Wanheda and could go ahead and do it if she wanted to, but something about it doesn't feel right, like something is missing. Making a formal announcement doesn't seem very appropriate either; after all it is her personal life, so she's left a little lost regarding what to do. 'I have to find a way to make it right and soon…but how?' Coming up with nothing, Clarke yawns letting sleep take over their tired bodies.
…
Past midnight, an eager Esiry, with knapsack in hand, strides toward Lexa's room. She unceremoniously opens the door, dying to know about Lexa's sexy adventures with the commander but freezes when her eyes land on the bed- and the two bodies in it. She bites her lip hard suppressing the urge to screech like she always does whenever she is excited. But when Clarke begins stirring any traces of exhilaration disappears, morphing into terror. 'If Wanheda sees me here she is gonna kill me!' With evident fear Esiry closes the door carefully and as silently as she can.
…
Lexa arrives at the training field, walking straight towards Octavia. "General" she greets politely, but when the other brunette acknowledges her, Lexa almost gasps observing the bruises on Octavia's face.
"Lexa," Octavia starts unfazed "Indra informed me you still need to go slow; I think it will be best if you do legs today, go warm up."
"Ye-yeah of course." Lexa, still impressed, looks around realizing none of her fellow warriors are remotely as in shock as she is by Octavia's appearance. Then she spots Esiry at one side of the field "hey!" She shouts excitedly.
"Oh hey," Esiry gives Lexa a warm smile.
They hold arms in greeting.
"When did you get back?" Lexa questions genuinely interested.
"Last night," Esiry responds stepping closer to Lexa. "I was going to say hi but you seemed… rather busy." She smirks giving Lexa a playful nudge.
"Huh?"
Esiry sighs, knowing how clueless her friend could be. "I'll explain later."
"OK." Lexa shrugs, distracted once again by Octavia's face bruises.
Taking notice of where Lexa's attention is, Esiry offers nonchalantly "she's been worse."
Just when Lexa is about to ask her to elaborate, she sees Clarke at the other side of the training area.
Clarke is standing arms crossed, glaring at Octavia in the distance.
"You gotta be fucking kidding me," Octavia mutters under her breath when she becomes aware of Clarke's presence. She looks away, considering something in her head for a second.
'What is she doing,' Lexa wonders in silence, observing first at Octavia then at the woman she loves, immersed in some sort of power struggle.
"Fuck it." Octavia suddenly exclaims taking her sword out and dashing toward Clarke; her intentions clear as water.
'What the…'