Corrupted Constructs

Chapter 5

"So, what's your plan," Finn asks Clarke as he pulls his boxers on and turns around to face his fiancée.

Clarke is lying on her bed, the sheets are barely covering her breasts as she holds the sheets up with one hand and rests her head on her other arm.

"Well, there isn't much time to get to know her or befriend her during work hours, so I'll have to find ways to see her outside of work. And the once-a-month Friday social isn't enough, I can't rely on that one because they don't occur often enough. Besides, I am still not entirely sure she will show up to all of them. So, I suppose I'll start showing up to her gym occasionally. At 5 AM," Clarke groans and covers her face with the arm that was holding up the sheet, causing it to slip down a bit.

Finn's eyes fall to Clarke's partially uncovered breasts, and he smirks as he walks towards the bed he just got out of.

"I'll also need to figure out a way to get into the storage room with the paper files she keeps. And a way to spend some actual time in there without being disturbed or questioned," Clarke continues, ignoring the expression on Finn's face.

They'd just finished having sex and Clarke wasn't in the mood for another round with him, especially not now that she was thinking about her boss. And the case.

When Finn gets on the bed again and crawls towards Clarke, trying to press their lips together, Clarke puts her hand in his face, playfully pushing him back while she claims, "I am going to take a shower."

Finn excitedly asks, "Can I join? We'll talk more about the plan after. I'll have a clearer mind."

The blonde rolls her eyes at her shaggy-haired boyfriend, then responds, "Whatever. Just no funny business, Finn. I have preparations to make. I am trying to get back to my normal life sooner rather than later."

This time, Finn manages to kiss her, and he mumbles, "That makes two of us. The bed is awfully cold without you back home."

A long shower that may have involved some fondling and a steamy make out session later, Finn sits at the kitchen table as Clarke makes lunch for them both.

"What do you mean, she doesn't seem like the type?"

"Well," Clarke starts, "She just seems so nice and down to earth. And like a hard-ass maybe. Like, she will never let it show, not really, but clearly, she cares about her employees. And why would she endanger not just herself, but all of her employees as well by turning her company into a money laundering business and making money disappear? Something doesn't seem right."

"Oh, come on Clarke. Just admit you have a soft spot for her because she is hot. We KNOW she did it. We just need more concrete evidence so we can lock her up."

Clarke flips the grilled cheese sandwiches in the pan as she keeps her back to Finn, silently pondering about Finn's comment. Was she being fooled by Lexa's beauty?

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In an unsurprising sequence of events, Costia had stayed in the main bedroom most of Saturday, ignoring Lexa's pleas to open the door and talk to her. She had only come out of the room to eat and refill her metal cup with filtered water, completely disregarding Lexa. So, Lexa spent most of the day in her home-office, putting in some extra hours brainstorming new apps and concepts. And by 6 PM, Costia came out of the bedroom, dressed in one of her sparkly dresses with a plunging neckline and matching heels and a clutch. She had announced to Lexa that she was going out (as if she couldn't tell based on the outfit) and to not wait up (as if she ever was able to wait up that late when her girlfriend went to a party in her constant state of sleep-deprivation).

Alexandria had been asleep in her actual bed for several hours when Costia had returned home. Costia had stumbled slightly taking off her heels. Then she had pulled the blankets off a sleepy, but awake Lexa before straddling her body, pressing their lips together passionately, and grinding into her almost automatically as soon as Lexa's hands loosely rested on her hips before whispering, "I need you, Lexa," into her ear.