AUTHOR'S NOTES: From Brittana fanfic to Clexa fanfic. I hope I will give justice to this new ship I am currently crazy at.

PROTECT ME… FROM YOU…

CHAPTER 1

"Hey Clarke. Have you seen that gorgeous chic over there? She is seriously undressing you with her eyes." Octavia almost shouts at Clarke because of the loud party noise.

Clarke looks at the girl Octavia is referring to. The brunette girl is indeed looking at her. The girl's expression is emotionless but her eyes are nailed into her. The girl didn't even flinch or look away when Clarke raises her eyebrow at her.

Octavia dances in front of her, "I think you should talk to her. She is hot!"

Clarke, being her playful self, agrees. "Yes. I think I should talk to her. And you are right. She is hot." Clark giggles.

Octavia laughs at her too. "Go get your girl." She said after.

Clarke walk towards the girl at the bar, their eyes glued into each other. She smirks at the brunette. "Hi. I'm Clarke. You are?"

The girl looks away.

Clarke frowns at the girl's gesture. "Seriously? Are you going to ignore me?" she said, feeling bold because of the alcohol, she caresses the other girl's lap.

The girl swats away her hand, removing it on her lap. "Not interested."

Clarke raises her eyebrow, but she has to admit, the girl's voice is so hot. "Not interested?" she repeats.

"You heard me." The girl stares at her. Her lips pursed like it's a natural thing to do.

Her eyes. Clarke thought. Those green eyes. Ugh. So hot.

"You're rude." Clarke huffed.

"And you're not my type." The girl answers back then looks away again.

Clarke widens her eyes. No one. And she means NO ONE talks to her like that.

She grits her teeth. She was completely embarrassed. She is about to walk out when the girl beats her out to it. The brunette walks away first, leaving her.

To say that Clarke was pissed is an understatement.

Clarke Griffin is the only daughter of the President of a small but established country named Polaris. She is a spoiled princess that likes to party a lot. Being the presidential daughter is not an exception for her to continue her lifestyle.

"Clarke, get up." Her mom, the president, tries to wake her up from slumber.

"Mom. Not now please." She answers annoyingly.

"What is this?" Abigail Griffin shoves the newspaper on her bed.

"What is it again?" Clarke rubs her eyes before opening them. She sits up on her bed then she looks at her mother who is clearly pissed at her. The older woman crosses her arms while her eyes points at the newspaper.

She reads it. PRESIDENTIAL DAUGHTER DOES IT AGAIN. THIS LADY SURE KNOWS HOW TO PARTY. She huffs. Then a picture of her dancing with different girls and guys was captured. She was even captured kissing them.

Then she looks at her mom, "What do you want me to say?"

Abigail exhales a deep breath. How could she show control to her people when she couldn't control her own daughter? "You know that this is bad for my image as a president right?"

Clarke nods. "I know. I'm sorry." She said slowly.

"Clarke, please refrain from doing anything that could destroy my image as a President. I need your cooperation here." Abigail said.

Clarke nods her head.

When her mother left, she lies down on her bed, covers her head with a pillow and continues her interrupted sleep.

Abigail and Clarke are having their lunch when Clarke's phone beeps. "Who is that?" Abigail asks her daughter.

Clarke looks at her phone, "It's just Octavia mom."

"What does she wants again?" the president asks.

Clarke rolls her eyes. "It's Raven's birthday today and I'm going tonight." She said firmly.

"You are making this hard for me Clarke." She said, her voice calm but anyone can sense the warning on the president's voice.

"I'll behave, I promise." Clarke said, dismissing any conversation her mother might instill on her.

"Are you still seeing Finn?" her mother asks after a while.

Clarke rolls her eyes again. Finn Collins is the son of her mother's political opponent. He is Clarke's ex boyfriend. It is obvious that her mother doesn't like Finn for her.

"I am not in any sort of relationship right now. In fact, I am enjoying my single life." She said calmly.

"I noticed that." Abigail said, clearly referring at the newspaper this morning.

"Can we not do this mom? It is getting awkward every time." she huffs.

"I am still your mother, Clarke." The president said.

"Yes. But you are the president now and I can't help but think that you are just concern of your image than being my mother right now." She said, looking at her mother's eyes.

"That is not true." Abigail said.

"I know you are the president but I am still me, mom. I want to enjoy my life to the fullest." She said.

"I am just protecting you." Abigail insists.

"I will always be safe." she dismissed.

Clarke is enjoying her drinks at the bar while watching her friends as they dance. Her friend, Raven Reyes, is indeed hot doing her sexy dance on the dance floor and she can't help but think about the time they made out on one drunken night. That was just a one-time thing though.

She takes a sip on her alcohol then she stops. She feels like she is being watched. Her eyes roam around and then she sees her. The rude girl at the bar staring at her again. What is her problem? Clark thought.

She ignores her stare. The girl can look whenever she wants but Clarke isn't going anywhere. She won't approach the girl anymore.

"Hi princess."

She recognizes that voice. John Murphy, the douchebag, in the flesh.

"Go away Murphy." She firmly said.

Murphy just shrugs at her. His hands touch her lap. "Oh come on, princess. Don't be like that. It really offends me that I am the only one you aren't flirting at. I can cope up with you. You know I can." He said, smirking at her.

Clarke swats his hand away from her lap. "Did it ever occur to you that you are not my type? At all?" she said glaring at him.

Murphy laughs at her. "Oh come on. You don't mean that."

Clarke glares at her again. "I mean it. Now go away."

Murphy was offended. So he grabs Clarke's wrist and pull her against him. The blonde struggles away from him. But Murphy is strong. Strong enough to pull Clarke away from the bar.

"Get your hands off away from me!" Clark said, struggling. She doesn't have any bodyguard with her right now because she demands to the president that she doesn't need any. She could take good care of herself. There are a lot of discussion regarding this matter between her and her mother. And then one day, her mother agrees.

Murphy is heading towards the VIP room with Clarke when someone punches him right into her face.

"What the fu-" Murphy let go of Clarke's wrist.

Another punch again before he could speak. Murphy lies down on the floor because of the impact of the stranger's punch.

Clarke's eyes widen in surprise when she saw the stranger who saves her. The rude girl. She was about to speak when the girl takes her wrist and guides her away from the scene.

Murphy shouts at his bodyguard to stop them but the girl punches anyone who tries to get in their way without breaking her hold on Clarke.

The people at the bar start to panic because of what happened. They were running for the exit when one of Murphy's bodyguard fires his gun towards the ceiling.

The stranger firmly holds Clarke's hand and within seconds they were outside the bar. The girl motioned her head for Clark to get inside her car.

But being her stubborn self, Clark struggles to get away.

The brunette then pulls her again, and within seconds they are now face to face with each other. "Get inside." The stranger grits her teeth.

"I don't know you." Clarke said, her defense lowers as she stares at the gorgeous brunette's plump lips.

"Get inside." The girl annoyingly said to her again.

"You can't make me. I am the daughter of the President-"

But the brunette cuts her off, "That is why you have to get inside Clarke Griffin."

That is when Clarke realizes something. She shakes her head. "Oh no! Don't tell me you're my bodyguard?"

The brunette just smirks at her.

"What happened?" Abigail rushes at the front door.

The blonde struggles at the brunette's hold. She is clearly annoyed.

"What happened?" Abigail repeats as she looks at the brunette.

"I just did my job Madame President. To protect your daughter from any harm." The girl said.

Clarke looks at her, and then to her mom, she feels betrayed. How could her mom hire a bodyguard without telling her? She is clearly pissed off.

"Thank you, Commander." Abigail said.

"My pleasure to serve you, Madame President." She said, as she straightens her body in front of the president.

"As for you, Clarke. Tell me what happened." Abigail reprimands her daughter using her voice. The commander left so they could have privacy.

"Why don't you ask the commander what happened?" Clarke said, then she looks at her mom, "You lied to me, mom.

"I was just protecting you." The president said firmly.

"By lying to me? You should have told me." She said. She feels stupid now; she is clearly embarrassed when she thinks of the other night. That is why the brunette stares at her and then she thought she was checking her out. It is embarrassing for her.

"I am sorry." Abigail said, "But I was just protecting you, Clarke." Then she exhales a deep breath. "I have received numerous death threats from unknown terrorists and I was just afraid for you, for us, for our country."

Clarke widens her eyes. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't want you to worry."

Clarke shakes her head, "You should have told me."

"I am telling you now. So please try to cooperate with Commander Lexa Woods. This is not one of her duties anymore but I personally requested her from the navy to protect you at all costs."

"Commander of the Navy?" Clarke asks, "But she looks young to be a commander mom."

Abigail chuckles, "Looks can be deceiving. She is the perfect girl for the job at the moment because anyone wouldn't suspect her. Even you didn't suspect her, right?"

Clarke's cheeks turn red, "Yeah, I didn't see that one coming." She remembers how she checks her out at the bar. "I even hit on her at the bar, mom. Now I am totally embarrassed."

Abigail laughs, "That is awkward." She comments.

"Yeah, it surely is now." Clarke said, shaking her head.

"You called for me."

Clarke nods. She stands up away from her bed and approaches the commander. She wants to apologize.

The commander's face is emotionless. She just stares at her.

"First, I want to say thank you for protecting me from Murphy." Clarke said, her voice hoarse mainly because she feels nervous at the intent gaze the brunette is giving her.

Lexa just nod her head.

They are now few feet away from each other.

Clarke clears her throat; "Second, I want to apologize for being so rude to you even though you just did you job."

Lexa nods her head again.

Then Clarke looks away, "Third is I am really sorry for hitting on you the other night. I am now completely embarrassed. I just thought or Octavia thought that you were checking me out because of the way you look at me." Then she looks at Lexa again. Her cheeks red in embarrassment.

Lexa nods again. Her eyes never left Clarke's.

An awkward silence fills the entire room.

Clarke looks away but then her eyes are planted on the commander's lips. She was lost there. The girl has kissable pink lips. She wants to taste those lips.

Lexa clears her throat, "Anything else you want to say to me Ms. Clarke?"

Clarke, slightly embarrassed as she was caught staring at the other girl's lips, simply nods her head.

"Goodnight Ms. Clarke." Lexa said then turn away from her.

As soon as Clarke heard the door closes, she exhales a deep breath. Too much sexual tension coming from her. She wonders if Lexa had noticed that. Maybe the commander noticed it. She wasn't really subtle about it. Now she embarrassed herself for numerous times in front of her hot commander.

For several weeks, Lexa was always with her, and Clarke is getting really annoyed because of Lexa's emotionless façade when it comes to her. Maybe the commander is straight or maybe she is married or maybe she has a girlfriend that's why the commander is ignoring her. Maybe that is the reason.

"Your bodyguard looks hot." Octavia whispers at her. The three of them including Raven are having their usual coffee break in front of their office.

"Have you already tapped that?" Raven asks. Her eyes never left the brunette who is sipping her coffee at the far end of the coffee shop.

Clarke rolls her eyes. "I am not interested." She lied. She has to save her pride because as far as the brunette was concerned, she wasn't interested at her. Like AT ALL.

There is no way she would admit that she is in fact interested with Lexa in front of her friends.

"Are you blind? How could you not be interested at her?" Raven asks her again, she wets her lips slowly as she looks at the brunette. "She looks delicious."

"Stop it." Clarke warns her. "She might hear you." She said annoyed. The truth is, there is no way Lexa would have heard Raven but she is really getting annoyed at the way Raven looks at her commander.

"Hmmmm… Do I sense possessiveness coming from you?" Raven asks. Octavia chuckles.

Clarke crosses her arms, "No." then she looks at them, "Think what you want to think but I am telling you, I am not interested at her."

Raven and Octavia both raises their hands as if surrendering at her, "Okay." Then they laugh again.

"Miss Clarke. Ms. Monroe arrives." Clarke's secretary announces. Clarke nods her head. Aside from being the president's daughter, Clarke has her own business; she is a well-known fashion designer. This is the reason why her mother, the President, couldn't control her social life. Being in this industry requires her to attend social gatherings.

Monroe enters her office. Clarke notices that her model's face is red.

"Oh my god." Monroe gasps. "She is so hot!"

Clarke furrows her eyebrows, "Who?"

"The girl in her leather outfit outside your office. Is she one of your new models?" Monroe asks, her eyes twinkling. "You have to bring us together in a bikini photo shoot. I would love to see what is behind that leather outfit of hers."

Clarke rolls her eyes. "She is not a model." She said then she continues to draw her new designs. But her attention was now already far away from it.

"You have to introduce us Clarke." Monroe leans into her desk. "Unless she is your new girlfriend?"

"She isn't my girlfriend." She said while pretending to work.

"Okay good! Then I have to do it by myself." Monroe giggles. She opens the door to Clarke's office and introduces herself to the brunette.

Clarke heard Lexa's voice introducing herself at Monroe. She grits her teeth and crumples the paper in front of her.