Her Teacher

CHAPTER 16

LEXA

She doesn't say anything. Just keeps drinking her wine. Maybe she's regretting having me stay behind. I walked here, my legs are sore and mom has already left so walking again is not on my agenda.

I stand and wrap her from behind, she lets out a little hiss. I noticed when I first came in she did the same thing. Is she hurt?

"What is it?"

"Where do I even begin, I will probably be going to jail tomorrow." She says pulling away from me, something is wrong.

"I meant your back." Clarke ran her hands in her hair. Sighing before pouring herself another drink.

Turning to face me. "I must have pulled a muscle." She answered,

"Need a massage?" I asked in a jest, then I saw fear cross her face. For only a second before putting on a mask to doge the question.

"If you give me a massage, I don't think your mother will see you tomorrow." Smiling down at me as I take a seat, pulling her down with me. There is so many things to talk about but right now I want to know what's wrong with her.

"Show me." I asked. Softly.

Clarke sat stiffly. She almost did not hear my words. She swallowed, all the walls went up. "There is nothing to see Lexa. I told you, I sprained my back." Lexa got up.

"Show me and let me be the judge of that or I will pull that hoodie off you!" My voice was stern, I didn't mean it but clearly there was something wrong or she would have done it in a heartbeat.

Since she won't do it for herself I will, I pull her on her feet and she does so without fussing about it. Unzipping the hood. Clarke just stood there as I pulled it down. There wasn't any shirt so it made things easy. Her eyes stared right at me. Stepping behind her my mouth fell to the ground. "Were you attacked?" it was the only thing I can think of. But it seems it's only her back with whip marks.

Pulling it back on. She turns to face me. "I wasn't." well somebody did. "Look, it's nothing. Like I told you I have a particular taste." What?

Confused. "Meaning what?" she rolls her eyes unimpressed at my question.

"Meaning I like to fucking be flogged." She yells. "The fucking pain makes me relax," she was whipped on purpose? Is this some fifty shades of gray stuff, I thought that was just a movie.

"Did you see someone?"

"Your last night with me and you're talking about this." She heads to the kitchen, taking out bread and a few things I don't care for.

This is when I feel unexperienced. I don't fully understand and she knows it. Coming behind her. I placed my hands under the hood. "Clarke?" I whispered in her ear. "I can be this for you." I was scared, but I carried on. "I can be the release you need?"

Clarke dropped the spoons and turned around. "You don't know what you're asking." No I didn't, but the thought of someone else touching my woman made me sick.

"Then teach me," she is a teacher after all. "Show me what you need Clarke." I know my mother said I should never be in contact with her after tonight but my hopes are high. Lexa looked at the beautiful woman, sure of her feelings now. Her need for this woman so great, she knew she would never tire of Clarke. She would fuck her every night for the rest of their lives and never tire of her body, her moans, the way Clarke moves when she climaxed. In the end, there were other feelings, more, so much more, which told her that Clarke deserved better, that she should be treasured and protected.

Clarke placed her hands on my cheeks. "I can't do that." That's disappointing. At the same time I understand without understanding. I'm beginning to wonder what kind of sex turns her on completely. What if she becomes bored with me?

We eat, clean the dishes after while talking about everything but the elephant in the room. After that I showered and joined Clarke in bed. She was wearing a silk shirt. "I like watching you smile," she says. Didn't even realize I was doing it. Falling on top of her we just stay in our own babble for now. Cuddling, she kisses my neck softly giving me those tingles.

"I don't want to go, I don't want to leave you." stupid tears embarrassing me. I try to turn away but she doesn't let me which only makes it harder.

CLARKE

She's just calmed down from crying. Shit, this must be too much for her. It breaks my heart to see her like this, there is no other way of putting it. Lexa is more than I expected, seeing her distraught makes me sad. "Sorry, you must think I'm an idiot." I think a lot of things but that. She wipes her eyes giving me a sad smile.

Tonight I was once again reminded how innocent this girl is, yeah she may be wild sometimes but she's still a fucking teenager. "Don't say that." I peck her lips, sweet lips. "Baby, we need to talk." Her face falls. "Hey, don't give me that face."

"Why can't we just run away?"

Frowning. "And add kidnapping to my case." I take a deep breath not wanting to snap at her. "Listen, if you don't want to go then convince your mother to stay. She thinks I'm still a teacher at the school. So if you don't want to go you can stay."

Her face hardens, putting on that preppy bitch mask of hers. "I hear a but." that's my girl.

"Until you turn eighteen. Will need to take it slow." She shakes her head.

"I don't want to take it slow." She snaps.

"Then break up with me." Lexa gets off the bed like it's hot. "I won't come between you and your mother. She already told you what to do, either you go with her or I get slapped with a fucking rape charge and if you decide to stay then I can't be here provoking your mother putting you in between our mess. So fucking get it together and tell me what you want. Um."

I just hope she doesn't start crying again, though with her fragile ass anything is possible. We stare at each other long and hard. Her sexy brain ticking. "Long distance then." There we go, using that brain, I don't want to dish out everything to her just in case she doesn't want to do it. Plus I don't want to come across has controlling. Ha. That's an understatement, with my controlling ass, mostly in the bedroom though. "My mom wouldn't know." I doubt that but I won't say anything. With how close they are I'm sure she's going to sniff it out of her.

"Like I said it's not a break up."

"No?" walking back to me, kissing me, her tongue darts out dancing with mine. Oh, this is just hot.

"No." we continue making out. "If I won't have you for five months then we won't sleep tonight."

She smirks. "I thought you said..."

"Fuck what I said." getting up, I walk to the chair in my room facing the bed. Just the right angle. "Take off your clothes."