It's Only The Beginning {1}

† Eleven †

"So, what's your new desire" I question, rolling my eyes at her indecisiveness.

"I want your hood off. All the time. Only if you're alone with me though" she states, her hand flicking, tell her second to leave.

Lexa hesitates, looking me up and down before slowly leaving. I have to admit. She was quite beautiful.

Stop.

I can't let myself think like that.

I spin on my heel, my back facing her.

"Take it off" the leader demands gently.

I slowly pull my hood down until it rests on my back.

My raven hair is half braided and half down. It's messy though, I haven't done it in quite some time, being kidnapped and all.

I could hear her take steps towards me and I flinch. The only person that has seen my face since I was five is my sister.

I place my hands on the arm rests of an ambassadors seat, dropping my head so my hair covers my face.

She stops at my movements.

"I won't be scared" she tells me softly, trying to reassure me she wouldn't freak out.

"It can't be that bad" she continues and I grunt before spinning around to face her.

Her eyes widen at my sudden movement and she stalks closer to me. When she's close enough, she traces the scars, my head flinching away from her touch.

She stares at my face, studying every inch of it.

She shuffled closer, memorizing the jagged marks.

I don't fail to notice the way her brows furrow and her lips curl.

"Who did this to you" she asks angrily.

"I don't have to tell you shit" I spit at her, stepping away from her touch. She didn't like it. I knew it.

My walls immediately start going back up and I take two more steps away, starting towards the door.

"Wait" Anya shrieks, chasing after me.

"What" I spit at her viscously.

She stomps towards me before grabbing my wrist and tugging me towards her, placing her lips on mine.

My immediate reaction is to kiss her back but I quickly realize what's happening and shove her away.

"What are you doing" I ask, beginning to panic.

She got to close.

"What I've been wanting to do" she whispers before she kisses me again and I melt into her arms.

She taps my thigh and I jump up, wrapping my legs around her waist.

I'm slammed up against the wall and my eyes widen. I'm making out with the Commander.

I pull away.

I'm quick to jump down from her grip and slide away from her, shaking my head.

"You shouldn't have done that" I tell her lowly, rubbing my temples.

"Why" she asks casually, like she didn't just shove me up against the wall with her tongue in my mouth.

"You just..........shouldn't have" I tell her, turning to face her.

"I get it. You're scared. You're scared to let me in" Anya announces. I roll my eyes at her declaration.

"I'm not scared. You know what would  happen if people found out the commander had a romantic relationship with someone" I tell her sternly and she smirks, stalking towards me.

"Maybe you're right. It is dangerous" she agrees before her hands slide behind my neck, interlocking with each other, ultimately pulling me closer.

"But isn't the danger what makes it fun" she whispers lowly before kissing me slowly.

I place my hands on her chest, trying to push her away but they only grab a fistful of her top, tugging her impossibly closer.

This isn't going to end well for me.