A Wicked Game of Trust - Two Faced
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The blonde's usual devilish smirk was back on her face "Oh Lexa… You know why I'm here… I'm pretty sure your underwear are ruined already! Seeing the woman in front of her literally act like a poor scared bunny, Clarke burst out laughing. Then she stood slowly grabbing Lexa's right hand, taking it to her lips. Without breaking eye contact, she languorously kissed the inside of her wrist. Slowly she trailed her way to the hand, gently kissing the palm then the smooth fingertips. She grinned widely when Lexa's cheeks flushed and… Let her hand fall unceremoniously, sitting back on the desk, grabbing a file from the pile and opening it.
The blonde took advantage of the sudden closeness to grab Lexa's jaw and kiss her. But it wasn't sweet, it wasn't gentle, it was burning and again Lexa's insides screamed. When she pulled back she leaned closer to the woman and brought her lips to the brunette's ear "Hissing doesn't suit you my cute little puppy. She had work to do, the files on her desk could fall any moment and Clarke was apparently firmly decided to ruin her entire day.
She had hoped for a moment that she wouldn't meet the blonde today, that this day, unlike the others, could be a cool, calm, normal, good day. And it had been a good day. When the last bell rang her whole being screamed 'YES! But of course the blonde had to be there even after classes. Of course Clarke would haunt her. And Lexa hated that. Hated this fear tugging at her insides when she was in the school. Everywhere her eyes were searching for the blonde to avoid her but somehow every time Clarke managed to take her by surprise.
But what she hated the most was the uncomfortable warmth settling in her belly whenever Clarke's voice were grazing her ears. To Lexa's surprise, when Clarke undid the second button she just patted the brunette's chest in a satisfied "Better. Finally Lexa could breathe again. Breathe an air that wasn't saturated in Clarke's smell, breath a clean air, pure and without meaning, an air devoid of promises Lexa feared. Not that I need it but I should reread my notes.
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In case, you know, my genius failed to work somehow, which is, let's be honest, impossible. The deafening silent that followed Clarke's too casual sentence dragged Lexa out of her thoughts. She cleared her throat and asked again "Then WHY are you still here? Lexa distrustfully, carefully sat back at her desk.
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Clarke would eventually get bored and go home on her own at some point. Plus, she didn't have the time to argue. She started scribbling papers, pages after pages. The usual 'grading papers' session. In normal condition, she liked this part of her work. But right now she was distracted. Something felt wrong when nothing was and Lexa wondered why.
Clarke was lost in her music and cell phone, like any other bored teen. So why was the brunette feeling so uncomfortable? After a while she noticed she had been reading and rereading the same equation an alarming amount of time.
She needed those corrections to be done for tomorrow and she couldn't work correctly with Clarke in the same room. Lexa had stood and started tidying up her desk, putting the tests she was trying to correct in her suitcase "Taking those at home.
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The blonde frowned "I can wait you know? My mom will probably stay out late so go on, work here. As if Lexa had just switched a button, Clarke's almost concerned expression changed into her very own personal smirk "Oh maybe I'm distracting you? I feel like I have to hurry because you're waiting and I hate that. I need to be concentrated. My pupils deserve the best teaching I can offer.
Slowly, Clarke stood, freeing her ears, grinning in a way that made Lexa shiver "So professional.
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Feeling bad for our little game last week? Then something really weird, surreal, happened. A real smile, one reflecting her age and thoughts and Lexa was aback "Oh you're taking me home then? Lexa shook her head, repeating to herself that the smiling girl was Clarke. Clarke skipped lightly to the corridor, humming something Lexa didn't recognized and she couldn't help but feel suspicious. Lexa started walking to the corridor hurriedly.
She wanted to be over with this as fast as she could. I read a street name and a number but I do not know where you live. It didn't sound weird or suspicious but… With Clarke you never know. She would stay on her guard. The whole way to Lexa's car, Clarke hummed happily, and Lexa wondered why she was so afraid of that girl after all. Then memories flashed into her mind. Outside of the building, on the parking, Clarke ran to Lexa's car, jumping around it in excitement.
She shook her head again in attempt to concentrate on the only certitude she had ' Do not trust Clarke'. Lexa pressed the button on her car keys and Clarke hurried to jump onto the passenger seat, as if the car could just go away on its own.
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Calmly, the woman put her suitcase on the backseat before taking her place. Clarke's belt was already buckled and she was looking at Lexa expectantly, for what, the brunette couldn't tell. She turned on the car, and followed Clarke's directions. But when she had bought it, Lexa was not alone.
When I need to take them somewhere, a three places backseat and a big trunk are not too much. Lexa thought about fighting, telling the girl that it was none of her business, but she knew she'd lose in the end. It was always like that. It had always been. If Clarke wanted to go under her skin she could do it, with or without Lexa's consent, so what's the point in arguing when the result is certain?
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Good kids but they play football. Means that once a week I have to take them home from the stadium and their bags are awfully big. I don't even know what they put in there! She was almost smiling. Hesitantly she threw a look at the girl on the passenger seat. Clarke was staring at her like a kid waiting for a tale and again Lexa felt a spark of affection light in her chest and barely managed to repress it.
How could this girl be the same Clarke that had been sexually harassing her for the past two month? It was not mean, not empty, not cold, not piercing, just a laugh "Of course. Why am I even surprised? You and your cleaning obsession! The brunette stopped her car, suddenly realising where she was "Clarke, you led me to a fast food…". Lexa rolled her eyes but obeyed.
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