Humming Bird Lexa/You/Clarke story

Mine

Y/n's pov:

Before my eyes open, I feel a pounding pain come from the back of my head. My world still dark, I try to figure out my surroundings with my other senses. I can feel something soft like my sheet wrapped around my body and I can hear what sounds like the ocean. I breathe through my nose to smell a musky fish smell. I freeze when I hear movement near me.

The texture of clothing against rubs against my still hand before pressure on my arm pulls my arm up and puts it down across my torso. There is a shift in whatever I am laying on and then the feeling of warmth of another body next to my body. My eyes begin to flicker open, the light jumping along the blurry lines that make up my vision. I blink a few times to push the drowsiness away and look up to see a slightly familiar face staring down at me. "Hello 'kitn." My eyes grow wide as I look at the tousled curls that fall along her face. "Lu..." I shake my head while her lips copy mine, her head nodding slightly while her eyes stare at my lips. "Yes 'kitn."

I push away from her on the bed, feeling a pull from my right ankle I look down to see a chain wrapped tightly around it. The chain extending to the metal frame of the bed. "What the fuck..." I pull at my leg and look back at Luna confused. A sickly smile glows on her lips mirroring her cold stare that hasn't left my face. "But... Raven." She lets out a reserved snort and gets up from the bed, I take a moment to look around the room for any sign of Clarke or Lexa, but am disappointed to only see a messy room with only light filtering in from the windows and skylight above. She turns back around and leans on me, one of her hands plays with the bottom of my shirt, I feel my breath hitch when her cold touch pushes on my stomach and makes its way up under my shirt. I put my hand on top of hers with the shirt in between. She pushes harder on my torso before pulling her hand away. I move further away from her on the bed and look up at her dark eyes that have small crests under them for bags. Her thick eyebrows are stitched high while she watches me examine her. She licks her lips, her tongue moving slowly along the lower one. My stomach drops while I try to move further away from her.

I shift my focus on my ankle again trying to pull at the chain, noticing a little blood dripping off of my heel. She drags over a chair and straddles it facing me. "Where am I?" I don't dare look at her, but I feel like an animal on display; a piece of meat she's waiting to devour. I get no answer. I bring my hand up to my necklace and stop moving. My hand searches all over my neck, not feeling the pendant nor the chain.

I look back at her as she laughs deeply. "Lookin' for this?" My eyes meet my necklace held loosely in her grip. She turns on the chair and lifts her booted foot up. "You're mine to own, so this is mine as well, understand?" My lips pull tightly into a thin line while I watch her tie my necklace to her boot.

She knots it off and then shifts back into the straddling position. "Don't worry 'kitn, I keep what's mine safe."

"My name is not 'kitn," I reply calmly through gritted teeth while I try to control my anger. She chuckles lightly and leans her chair closer to the edge of the bed.

"Oh 'kitn," her hand makes her way onto my stomach again pulling me closer to her on the bed. "What makes you think you can talk to me like that?" My throat tightens from the acidic tone in her voice, I put my hand over hers to stop it from moving up. She pulls my head back to look at her while the hand on my stomach digs into my skin.

"Be....have 'kitn." I swallow a lump in my throat and let her hand on my stomach go. She puts more pressure on my skin definitely leaving marks and then releases and continues moving her hand up my stomach. I try to move away but her grip on my chin tightens, she licks her lips again. "Behave." Her hand snakes under my shirt and continues to rise, her eyes pierce through mine. I take all my strength and push her chair over to get away from her, my breathing becoming labored. I curl up in a ball the best I can with my leg tied to the opposite end of the bed while the loud bang of the crashing chair echoes around the room.

"AHHH..." I let out a scream as she grabs me by my hair and drags me off the bed and onto the floor, my leg being pulled its max until she finally releases me. "I told you to behave did I not?" She bends down in front of me and pinches my chin again, "didn't I 'kitn?" She pinches harder as she pulls my face up to look directly at her.

"Answer me 'kitn." I take a moment and make direct eye contact with her glare. I spit in her face and squirm out of her grip crawling as close to the bed as my tied ankle will let me without bending it in a weird way. My heart beats faster with the sound of her creepy laughter. She stands up and walks over to me. "Oh 'kitn," she stops in front of me and grabs the bottom of my shirt. "You're going to regret that." Before I can react she pulls my shirt swiftly up and over my head and pushes me down on the ground onto my back, her boot putting pressure on the top of my shoulder. My arms cross over my upper torso, my body shakes slightly as I watch her use my shirt to wipe the spit off her face before throwing it on the floor across the room, my eyes trail it as it lands on the ground.

"Now, why do you still have your pants on?"