I'll be the Bad Guy

Chapter 54: Counting Days

Clarke's POV-

"Ready?"

"Ready." I answer, raising my fists again to fight the Commander.

Her jawline is tense, and her eyes are narrowed as she grazes over my body, thinking I don't notice.

I take this advantage to charge forward again. Lexa quickly regains focus, stumbling backwards as I come crashing down on top.

Our legs trip each other, and Lexa falls first, bringing me down on top of her.

Our faces are mere inches from each other as we recognize the lack of space. I can't help but become hyper aware of my carefully curated movements and each breath Lexa takes.

She falls onto her back, and I pin her down, taking this mistake as an advantage as I straddle her hips and hold her legs and arms down against the mat.

There's a tension-filled silence between us as we both breathe deeply, catching our breath again.

Her surprised green eyes look wide-eyed up at me as I smirk down towards her.

"Don't get too excited, we both tripped." She scoffs, matching my smirk below me.

I tighten my grip on her wrists and buckle my hips on top of hers. I feel her squirm beneath me, attempting to free herself but it's no use.

I bite my lower lip seductively, trying my best to discontinue this training.

"Clarke..." The Commander whispers, gluing her eyes to my lips as she un-tenses her stiff body underneath me.

"Commander." I whisper back in my most seductive tone. I wonder if she can tell what I'm doing, or if she cares.

"I know what you're doing." She speaks as if she could read my mind.

"It's not going to work." She continues, trying to escape my grip on her wrists again from under me.

"Are you sure about that?" I ask softly, thrusting my hips in circles.

The Commander gulps loudly as her face flushes white.

I continue to move my hips in hot, heavy gyrations on top of hers.

"We need to keep training."

"I can think of some other exercise we could get instead." I hint.

Lexa's eyes go wide, and she inhales sharply, diverting her eye contact as she exhales her breath.

"Clarke..." She sighs.

"Commander." I whisper back again.

Her jaw locks and she raises her chin upon hearing her title as if it snapped her back into a different reality.

Lexa attempts to move her hands to my ass, but I stop her- holding her down harder.

"Do you want me, Commander?" I tease, biting my lip as I lock her wrists to the mat above her head.

She rolls her eyes, smirking.

"I think I do, Wanheda. And I always get what I want." She whispers back sharply. I can feel my cheeks pinken and my stomach heat up. She was finally playing along.

"Always?"

"Always."

"Then come get me." I instruct, not yet loosening my grip on her. She tries to sit up and move her arms, but I still don't let her.

Her neck relaxes and she closes her eyes, as if fighting back her desire.

Right as she closes her eyes, I let out a soft moan as I continue to grind on her strong hips.