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It had been a tough and demanding battle. Both the Sky People and the Grounders had suffered losses. But they had won. They had taken Mount Weather and freed their people.
After having seen to the wounded, Clarke wanders around, not sure what to do with herself, her mind is working a million miles a minute. So she wanders aimlessly, having tried to sit down and relax and felt way too restless. She ends up in the Art vault, admiring the paintings and statues.
Clarke rounds a corner and spots several different music instruments, among them an acoustic guitar. Her feet finally stop moving and she stares at the guitar, remembering her younger years on The Ark, back when they still had a working guitar and she had learned how to play it.
With shaking fingers, Clarke reaches out and grabs hold of the guitar. She sits down on a stool, a few rows over, and tests out the strings. They are out of tune, but the sound brings tears to Clarke's eyes. It had been 5 years since she last played, her father had taught her. She takes a deep breath to steady her emotions and use a few minutes to tune the guitar, her skills coming back to her, alongside excitement.
When Clarke emerges from Mount Weather, to the camp that had been set up outside, it's past sundown. Clarke had spend hours wandering around and then getting reacquainted with playing the guitar and testing out her voice. She hadn't sung since before she was locked up in the Sky Box. She easily spots the campfire her friends and family are sitting around.
Most of them made it through the battle. They had lost Kane, Jasper and Miller. Bellamy, Indra and a few other were still in the infirmary, but they would survive, though Octavia wouldn't leave either of them.
As Clarke got closer to the campfire, she heard Raven's laughter. That sound, laughter, was something Clarke hadn't heard in a while, and it filled a hole in her chest she didn't even knew was empty. It finally hit her: They had won. They had survived. Their people were free and their alliance looked, from the way the Sky People and the Tree People mingled at the fires, to be going strong. Fighting together, proving themselves to one another, had set aside most of the animosity between them.
Clarke stopped walking, looked around and taking in the elated mood of the camp, and smiled. She smiled. A genuine, cheeks hurting, giant smile, which escalated to a soft chuckle that morphed into a low laughter. Clarke felt free. She felt the burden of being a strong leader, prepared to sacrifice people in order to win, fall from her shoulders. In this moment, surrounded by both of her People, no threat hanging over them, she felt free. Tonight, she decided, she was not the leader of The Sky People. Tonight she was just Clarke, and she would celebrate with the others. Tomorrow she would pick up the title again and rebuild what was lost. But that was tomorrow. She was free.
She made it over to the fire, sitting beside her mother and giving her a sideways hug. Mother and daughter shared a long look. A look that said many things: I miss you. I'm sorry. I forgive you. I love you. Smiles were shared and contentment settled over them. They were free.
After eating and sharing the bottle of whiskey being passed around, Clarke took the guitar out the the bag she has put it in and the people around her, one by one, got silent, waiting to hear what Clarke would play. She took a deep, settling breath, and strummed the cords of a melancholy lullaby. It was a story about a princess. A princess standing up to an evil wizard, who was using dragons to gain more power. After being afraid for most of her life, the princess becomes friends with a young dragon and wows to help the dragon escape the evil wizard. She succeeds, but then have to say goodbye to the dragon and let it fly away. There were more dragons to help and a wizard to defeat. It was a story about overcoming fear and standing up for oneself and others. It was about saying goodbye to a dear friend.
When Clarke started singing, people around her grew silent and her voice was carried further out, more people could hear her. The Ark people recognized the lullaby, and one by one, started to sing along. The Grounders took in the intense mood of the Sky People, listening to the words of the song. It was a beautiful and haunting melody, fitting for saying goodbye to their fallen warriors.
When the song ended, silence took over the camp. Clarke stood, put down the guitar and raised the bottle of whiskey standing at her feet, and with a strong, clear voice, said: “To our fallen brothers and sisters. May we meet again.”
The Sky People also rose and raised whatever they had in their hands and repeated, “May we meet again.” and sat down. Clarke, still standing, took in the many faces, of both her people, for she considered the Grounders her people too, turned her way.
“Yu gonplei ste odon.” Clarke uttered in the same strong voice. The Grounders, and those of the Sky People who knew the meaning: Your fight is over, all repeated the Trigedasleng words.
“I know we have lost many warriors today. It was one hell of a long and tough battle, but we made it through to the other side. We freed our people.” Clarke turned her eyes to Lexa, and they shared a small nod, while the people around them cheered. “We have proved that when we fight together, both Tree People and Sky People, that we are a force to be reckoned with.” More cheering were heard and the two People exchanged hand shakes, back claps and hugs. When the noise died down again, Clarke continued. “I say we honor our fallen, our brothers and sisters. Our family. Our friends. We honor their sacrifice. They fought so the rest of us could live. So tomorrow we rebuild and tonight we live!” Clarke's voice rose in strength and volume, and the last words were shouted.
As the camp erupted in cheers and the mood rose to new heights, the celebrations continued and people were sharing war stories and knowledge and laughter.
Clarke sat down, after receiving hugs from her friends and her mother. She picked up the guitar again and started playing more festive songs. Some of the people around her knew the songs and sang along and sometimes only Clarke's voice could be heard.
Some time went by and Clarke started to play slower songs and the mood grew quieter. The adrenaline of the day slipping away and people began to feel the exhaustion of the last couple of days. Some went to bed and others were content to sit by the fires and relax or pass out. In the end, only Clarke, Abby and Lexa remained at their fire.
Clarke started to play a soft melody and caught Lexa's stare, their eyes locking. The song was about new love and accepting and daring to feel the strong emotions that love creates. Abby felt the shift in emotions, saw her daughter was looking at Lexa, and turned her own eyes towards the fearsome leader of the Grounders. The usually stoic Commander, who had washed off her war paint during the night, looked so young, so nothing like she had earlier with war paint covering her harsh eyes and blood running down her face. Lexa's eyes were soft and they had a shine to them. Her mouth was slightly open, her breath was quickened and she sat at the edge of the log. Abby noticed a faint blush covering Lexa's cheeks. She looked so young. Too young to be the fearless and ruthless leader, Abby had encountered before this night. It threw her for a minute. Then she remembered that Lexa had hardly taken her eyes off of Clarke the entire night, it had made her slightly wearied, but now she understood. Lexa hadn't taken her eyes off of Clarke because she was waiting for her to make a mistake or something along those lines. She hadn't taken her eyes off of her because Lexa simply couldn't.
Abby then looked at Clarke, noticing the exact same look on her. Clarke's eyes were so open, Abby could see that she was scared, but also determined. Something had shifted between Clarke and Lexa and emotions had sprung leaks in their beings, pouring out of cracks in their masks. The realization hit Abby in the chest, and her breath caught. Her daughter and the Commander had fallen in love, and Abby felt like this moment was special to them. She felt like an intruder. An intruder to a moment, that should only be shared between two souls. She looked around to the campfires, noticing the few remaining had passed out, she was the only one witnessing this special moment. She had to get away, give them some privacy.
Clarke was no longer her little girl, Abby had learned that the hard way. Clarke had been forced to grow up at 17, when she was arrested and later sent down to Earth and had forced to become the leader they all needed. Clarke had seen and done some dark and terrible, things in order for her and her people to survive. Abby understood sacrifice and the burden of leadership and she had feared her daughter would crumble under the weight. Luckily she hadn't. Clarke had rose to the task and gone above and beyond. Abby now understood that Clarke hadn't done it alone, Lexa had been with her, at least for the last couple of weeks.
Lexa understood what leadership meant and had guided Clarke through the tough choices. Lexa had given Clarke strength and Clarke had softened Lexa's inner walls. Abby now understood that the two young women were equals. She had feared that Lexa had been changing her daughter by telling her to turn off her emotions, and she had. But it hadn't all been in a bad way. They had taught each other to become better leaders.
At the realization, Abby gently stood and and slipped away, unnoticed by the two women, locked in a world where only they existed. When the song ended, Abby, still within hearing range, stopped and turned to watch the scene unfold. She still felt the need to protect Clarke, but she didn't want to crowd her.
Clarke, still not breaking eye contact with Lexa, put down the guitar and stood, making her way over to stand in front of Lexa. She put a hand forward, palm up, silently asking Lexa to take hold of it and stand. She did, standing so close to Clarke that they could feel each others' breath mingle.
During the night they had both taken off their armor and jackets, the summer air and warmth from the fires keeping them warm. Even without the imposing armor and war paint, Lexa still had a commanding presence. Clarke was in such awe of her, always had been drawn to her quiet strength. Lexa had admired Clarke's tenacity since their first meeting, even if the had found Clarke's need to express all of her emotions annoying, and at first took it for weakness.
They stood like that for a while, eyes searching, breaths mingling, hands interlocked. It was intense. Their breaths started to pick up pace and thumbs began playing on skin. Eye's flickered from each other to lips and back again, in a play to see who would cave first, both daring and scared.
Lexa lifted her other hand to cup Clarke's cheek, thumb running across soft lips.
“I was wrong, Clarke. Love is not weakness, for I do not feel weak with you.” Lexa's voice was low and husky, though the words still made it to Abby's ears.
“I am ready.” Was all Clarke said. Lexa's breath caught in a small sob and a smile spread across her face. Lexa freed her hand from Clarke's and brought it to cup her other cheek. Clarke's hands grabbed Lexa's hips and the two stepped closer, bringing their bodies flush against each other. They leaned in after another shared look, and closed their eyes as their lips met. This kiss, much like their first, was soft and tender, lips slowly gliding over lips.
Lexa's hands moved from Clarke's cheeks, one cupping her neck, the other tangling in her hair, as their kiss intensified and deepened. Mouths opened, tongues played, lips were caught between teeth. Clarke's hold grew tighter, pulling Lexa further into her body.
Abby really felt like an intruder now, having been caught up in the strong emotions from the two women. She turned and walked away, hearing Clarke's out of breath voice.
“Take me to your tent.”
Abby wowed to wake up early and try to give her daughter and her love some peace and some privacy. The others could deal with her and let their leaders sleep in. They deserved it.
Neither woman had noticed that Abby had left them, or even that she had been there when Clarke had been singing her last song. They had been so caught up in each other, that they had forgotten everything else around them. They weren't standing on a mountain side, having won a battle. They weren't the leaders of their people. They were just two young women, who had fallen in love and were ready to begin exploring what that meant.
Tomorrow they would put on their leadership roles and lead their people to rebuild and grow stronger, ready to face the next threat. Tonight was about them and them alone.
Clarke tore her mouth from Lexa's, their breaths ragged, foreheads bumping together.
“Take me to your tent.” Lexa leaned back a little and searched Clarke's eyes, looking for any doubt, finding none. What she found, were darkened eyes and dilated pupils. She was sure her's matched. She nodded and untangled her hands from Clarke's hair, taking her hand and leading her to her tent.
Their pace was brisk and they kept stealing glances at each other. Lexa's thumb began drawing circles in Clarke's palm, making Clarke's breath hitch. They entered the tent, Lexa holding the heavy flap to the side to let Clarke enter first. She then lead her to the back, past another flap, to a large bed, covered in soft furs and cotton blankets. This tent was different than the one they had shared their first kiss in. This one was larger and more imposing. Or would be, if Clarke didn't feel at home here. Something about it just screamed Lexa. It made her feel safe, though she was too preoccupied to figure out exactly why, Lexa was running her hands over her hips, slipping skilled fingers under her shirt.
Clarke's hands ran up Lexa's arms, over her shoulders and into soft hair, mindful enough not to get caught in the braids. Clarke guided Lexa's mouth to hers in an open mouthed kiss, then taking Lexa's bottom lip between her teeth and releasing it with a soft pop. As they continued to intensify their kiss, Lexa's hands sneaked up Clarke's sides, under her shirt, and pulling her closer. She began to pull the shirt up. Clarke slowly raised her arms, after disengaging their lips, to let Lexa pull off her shirt. As soon as her arms were free, she smashed into Lexa, seeking out her lips. Lexa threw the shirt to the side, her hands finding Clarke's skin again. Their pace were both fast and slow, their need building, but their feelings calming them.
It wasn't a sensation Clarke had ever felt before and she reveled in it. She grabbed the bottom of Lexa's shirt and tugged it up her body in a hurry. Once the garment was off, they both took half a step back, and admired the others naked upper bodies. Clarke's hands found their way back, to hold onto Lexa's hips, while Lexa's hands fluttered up Clarke's arms, over her shoulders, to land with her palms against Clarke's chest. She slowly dragged her hands down, her palms meeting Clarke's nipples, as the hands continued downwards to cup her breasts. Clarke closed her eyes and moaned lowly at the sensation, her nipples hardening.
Their lips met again, they both craved the soft contact, as hands began to explore skin. Though their want for each other was building, they took their time to revel in each other, letting lips, tongues and teeth tease, nip and tuck at lips, jaws and neck. It was a slow dance, hands and fingers exploring naked skin, slowly removing the rest of their clothes.
Clarke's fingers stroked every scar they found on Lexa's body. Lexa was toned, her muscles rippled under her, surprisingly, smooth skin. That such a small, soft body could hold so much destruction. Clarke was in complete awe and very turned on, she had witnessed Lexa fight earlier. It had been a bit of a shock to watch Lexa so seamlessly move through enemies, cutting them down, one by one, with her sword and yelling instructions to her warriors, at the same time. Clarke had thought she would find the act repulsive, but this was war, and on Lexa it looked good. Clarke hadn't been that turned on in a while, and now, that she remembered watching Lexa kick ass, the feeling came flooding back.
Her hands got more aggressive, her bite got fiercer, and moans got louder. Clarke was ready to have all of Lexa, and for Lexa to have all of her. This was a person she felt completely at ease with, who got her, who understood the pressure she was under. This was a person who opened up to her and who trusted her, after having been so closed off the such a long time.
Clarke felt her heart flutter, she tore her mouth from Lexa's, needing to catch her breath. Lexa, her own breath coming in puffs, looked at Clarke with concern.
“Are you ok?” Came a soft whisper. Clarke looked up into Lexa's concerned eyes and broke out into a wide smile, her eyes misting over.
I'm just.. I just need.. Can you just touch me? Please.. I just need to feel you close.” Clarke's voice was laced with want, the husk in her tone and the pleading look on her face made Lexa's arms wrap around Clarke, drawing her as close as possible. Clarke returned the fierce hug and buried her face in the crook of Lexa's neck, savoring her scent. It was earthy, mixed with the musk of her battle sweat. It wasn't an unpleasant scent.
“I will do as you ask, Sky Princess, for you have managed to capture and awaken my dead heart... I had sworn to never let anyone in again, not after...” Lexa's soft voice faltered, but Clarke knows she means after what happened to Costia. Clarke tightens her arms, which are wrapped around Lexa's waist.
“I had never thought I could feel again. I had sworn to be the Commander my people needed, and to never put anyone in the position to be used against me like that, to get hurt like that, ever again.” Lexa's arms were wrapped around Clarke's shoulders, and while she spoke, so openly and so softly, one of Lexa's hands made it into Clarke's hair started to run through it, playing with it absentmindedly.
“But then you came along, you and your Sky People.” They both chuckled softly at Lexa's mocking tone at that last bit.
“You came along, with your emotions and your needs and your inner fire, and you saw right through me.” She leaned back, Clarke doing the same, and their eyes met again.
Lexa's eyes were brimming with tears, threatening to overflow and run down her cheeks. Clarke fared no better. Clarke had been stressed out ever since she found out The Ark's life support systems were failing, and then even more so since she had been sent to the ground and forced to survive one hard ordeal after another. From what she had learned of Grounder culture and from what Lexa had told her, Clarke figured Lexa's life had been anything but easy. They truly were kindred spirits. Though they came from such different cultures, they understood each other. They understood how hard it was for them to trust, to feel, to let go.
“I thought I loved Finn, I really thought I did... But it was more of an infatuation born out of the need to feel something, other than panic at how we would survive down here, on the ground. I did have feelings for him, but I wasn't in love with him. I know that now. I had feelings for him, and what I had to do to him nearly killed me.” At that, Lexa broke eye contact and turned her face downwards, not being able to keep looking into Clarke's open and honest eyes. Clarke ducked her head, trying to get Lexa to look at her.
“Hey.” She softly whispered. Lexa lifted her face and met Clarke's eyes again.
“I know it had to be done. I now know that the other clan leaders, that Indra, wouldn't have allowed you to spare his life. They would have killed you, and the alliance between your people would have been broken and war would have broken out. The other clans would have over run Camp Jaha and killed us all... We didn't know each other then.” Clarke offers a small smile to Lexa, Lexa returning it, though it doesn't quiet reach her eyes, guild lurking there instead.
“I'm sorry you had to go through that.” Lexa's eyes were honest and her voice low and steady. They both know that Lexa had no choice but to have the 18 villagers death's avenged. That's not what Lexa was sorry for. Lexa is sorry for the act that will follow Clarke till the day she dies. Though, it was a mercy kill, Clarke still took the life of the boy she had strong feelings for. Lexa greatly respected Clarke for doing that. She had seen Clarke steel her features after begging for Lexa to stop the punishment. She had seen how broken Clarke had been, and had witnessed Clarke pull back her emotions and done what had to be done. Lexa had seen a true leader in Clarke, had seen how she got through the ordeal and landed on the other side.
“I know.” Came Clarke's sad answer. “And I forgive you.. It has been so hard to do, but if I don't forgive you, I will never forgive myself. I understand what you had to do, what I needed to do. And one day I will forgive myself and put it behind me, I just need time.” She leaned forward, putting her forehead against Lexa's.
“I forgive you.” A small sob escaped her and Lexa tightened her arms, cradling Clarke's head in her hand, Clarke burring her head in the crook of Lexa's neck again. It was a healing embrace. Their words had been hard to say, had been hard to hear. But they had needed this. They needed to have this closure before they could move forward, as allies, as friends, as lovers.
They stood naked in front of each other, in their tight embrace, bared their souls and got closure for their past. They trusted the other to catch them and guard their feelings, to keep them safe. And even though they hadn't known each other for long, they had immediately been drawn to each other, and feelings had pushed behind their defenses.
They stood and held each other for a long time, neither feeling the desire to move from the comforting embrace and ruin the spell that had been cast over them. They were content in just standing there, taking in each others scent while fingers glided through hair and over skin.
After a while fingers grew bolder, touches got stronger and lips sought out skin. Their desire returned, after emotions had put them on hold, and Clarke moved her lips slowly up Lexa's neck to her jaw, kissing along the way. She gently bit down on Lexa's pulse point, earning a moan. Lexa's long fingers, which were tangled in Clarke's hair, began massaging her scalp and tucking Clarke closer, her breath catching at the feel of Clarke's teeth on her sensitive skin. It had been a while since Lexa had let anyone touch her like this. She had forgotten how good it felt to have another body pressed against her own. She had missed this.
Lexa began to slowly back up, pulling Clarke with her, till she reached the edge of her bed. She sat down, Clarke following, never breaking contact between her lips and Lexa's skin, and slowly crawled backwards. She laid down and Clarke crawled over her, her knees on either side of Lexa's hips. Clarke was sitting on Lexa's thighs and she took both of her hands in her own, their fingers ever moving, playing with each other, as they shared an intense stare. Clarke's skin was flushed, as was Lexa's cheeks. They could each feel the heat from between the other's legs. Clarke let go of Lexa's hands, and trailed her fingers over the many scars that marred Lexa's skin. She moved her hands to Lexa's breasts, gently rolling the nipples between her fingers, reveling in the soft moans emitting from beneath her.
Lexa ran her hands up and down Clarke's thighs, feeling the softness of the skin and the muscles that lied beneath. She truly was amazed by Clarke, never having met a woman as complex and caring as her. Never met anyone who truly understood what it meant to lead, not anyone she could share the burdens with. And this woman, who had fallen from the sky, was here, touching her.
Clarke, after having spend some time teasing Lexa's nipples, grabbed her hands, intertwined their fingers and slowly moved them above Lexa's head. She, gently, put her weight on them as she leaned forward to capture Lexa's lips in a souls searing kiss. They both moaned, Lexa's hips jerked upwards as Clarke grinded down. Though, due to their positions, neither received any relief where they needed it.
Clarke put her weight on her left elbow, their hands still intertwined, and shifted so her right knee pushed between Lexa's legs. When her thigh came into contact with Lexa's wetness, both of them moaned. Lexa, because she was finally touched where she desperately needed it, and Clarke, because she had made Lexa this wet. Their tongues continued their dance and Clarke put more weight on her thigh and began to slowly grind into Lexa. Lexa lifted her left thigh, so it came into contact with Clarke, and she was met with equal wetness. Clarke immediately began to grind down on the strong thigh, while she took Lexa's lower lip between her lips and teeth, slowly biting down and releasing it again.
Their lips and tongues continued their slow dance, thighs and hips their grinding and hands began to slide over skin, finding breasts and curves and scars and ticklish spots. Smiles and laughs were shared between kisses, as were moans and groans. Clarke laid her whole body along side Lexa's, keeping her thigh firmly against Lexa's core.
Lexa was content in having Clarke control their pace, she just reveled in having her so close, at having someone else take the rains. She also knew that Clarke needed this, to actually have the control. So it worked out fine between them.
Their grinding picked up speed and more force was being put behind the jerks of their hips. Clarke's lips left Lexa's and she looked her in the eyes as she took her right hand off Lexa's breast, put her fore- and middle finger in her mouth and lathered them with spit. She then eased her thigh off Lexa's core, Lexa being too caught up in Clarke's authoritative sexiness to object the loss of contact. She followed Clarke's fingers with her eyes, snapping them shut at the gentle contact they made with her clit. She moaned, canting her hips up to get Clarke to move her fingers more.
Clarke's fingers moved through the wetness, till she was at her entrance. She slowly pushed her middle finger in, between her spit and Lexa's want, it glided in without any trouble. Lexa's walls were slick and scourging warm, and Clarke never wanted to leave. She pulled out, slowly, till her first knuckle and pushed in again. She repeated the motion, driving Lexa crazy, but in an ohh so good way. She pulled out, Lexa giving a groan of disapproval, she positioned both her middle- and fore finger at her entrance, and slowly pushed in again. It was a tight fit and she was being careful not to hurt Lexa. She captured her lips, needing the reassurance the contact gave. When her fingers were all the way inside Lexa, she paused, giving Lexa a moment to get used to the feeling of Clarke's fingers filling her up.
A moment went by, Lexa canted her hips and squeezed the hand still clasped in hers, indicating to Clarke she was ready for her to move her fingers. Clarke curled them, searching for that sponge-y spot that would make Lexa's toes curl. It took a couple of pulls and pushes, in and out, but when she found it, Lexa moaned loudly.
Clarke couldn't keep the smirk off her face, the feeling of pleasuring another, while having that body under yours, was a feeling she would find to love immensely. There was such a power in worshiping another body and knowing that your skills brought them pleasure. It was a rush she hadn't felt before, but one she reveled in.
There was no need for them to verbally communicate, they were such in sync that they could feel what the other needed, even through their desire driven fog. They had created a bubble only they existed in, the rest of the world and their problems and their people had faded away, and there were only Clarke and Lexa left.
Lexa, needing to do something to give back some of the pleasure Clarke was bringing her, lifted and tensed her thigh even more. This earned her a groan from Clarke, as she began to grind harder against it. Lexa's free hand were tangled in Clarke's hair, keeping her lips against hers. Their joined hands, though sweaty, refused to let go of each other, they needed a tether to keep from floating away.
Clarke could feel she was getting closer to release, her hips grinding harder against Lexa's toned thigh. She shifted a bit, the new position making her able to put her thumb against Lexa's clit, rubbing it slowly, as her fingers continued their slow push and pull. Lexa's hips jerking at the contact, her grip in Clarke's hair tightened. She could feel herself getting closer, the heat was spreading from her core, up through her stomach and into her chest.
Neither of them paid any attention to how much time had lapsed, they just enjoyed the feeling of having the other close to them. They enjoyed in the pleasure that were building between them. Their movements were unhurried, their lips ever moving, their tongues tasting salty skin and savoring how the other tasted, a light hint of whiskey could be detected, though their buzz had long worn off.
It was Clarke who came first, her orgasm took them both by surprise. Her hips jerked hard against Lexa's thigh, and her fingers still while pleasure overtook her. She moaned loudly into Lexa's mouth while her body kept jerking against Lexa's. Lexa's free hand kept running up and down Clarke's back, her fingers light and reassuring, as Clarke came down from her high.
A few moments went by, Clarke's forehead against Lexa's, their lips touching, open mouthed, as Clarke fought to regain her breath. She slowly kept grinding her hips, riding out her orgasm and not wanting the feeling to stop. She came back to herself and proceeded to steal Lexa's breath with a passionate kiss. She renewed her movements, her curled fingers pulling out of Lexa, only to push in again. She put more pressure on Lexa's clit, wanting Lexa to feel what she was feeling.
It didn't take long for Lexa to fall over the edge, her breath caught, her body stiffened, back arching, nearly knocking Clarke off her, Clarke not being prepared. Lexa held that position for a few seconds, then her body collapsed and she gave a long, satisfied moan.
Clarke, her fingers still inside Lexa, looked down at her with wonder. This, Lexa's flushed skin, eyes shut tight, mouth open, chest heaving, was the most amazing view she had ever seen.
Lexa opened her eyes and met Clarke's intense gaze. She smiled widely, and brought her down for a gentle kiss. As their lips slowly glided against each other, Clarke slowly withdrew her fingers from Lexa, Lexa giving a soft moan at the loss of being filled. Clarke broke the kiss and lifted her fingers to her mouth. She wanted to know how Lexa tasted. She slowly licked her fingers clean, eyes closing as she hummed at the musky taste. Lexa brought Clarke down for another kiss, wanting to know how she tasted on Clarke's tongue. They both softly moaned at the intimate contact, Lexa's free hand back to gripping Clarke's hair, Clarke's hand was running up and down Lexa's side, their legs still intertwined.
Clarke slumped down, lying half on top of Lexa, unable to hold herself up anymore. Lexa started to run her fingers over Clarke's back, hearing a low satisfied hum.
“That was...” Clarke mumbled, not being able to find the right words to describe all the feelings, swirling inside of her.
“Yeah.” Lexa agreed, kissing the top of Clarke's head and squeezing her in a gently hug.
After a while, Clarke felt a shiver running through her, only just now noticing the night's chill, that had seeped into the tent. Lexa, without breaking their intimate hug, maneuvered them under a blanket, sighing into the warmth they created.
She had started to nod off, when she heard Clarke's whisper.
“I'm not really sure what's going to happen now, with our people, I mean, other than try to live together. I know that you're the Commander, and that the Sky People look to me, and that we have certain responsibilities, where we have to have this mask on...” Lexa didn't say anything, she could sense that Clarke wasn't done.
“But I like this, us, here, like this. I like having you under me. I like being able to touch you. I like your smile.” Lexa smiled at that and she could feel Clarke's smile against her breast. She hugged Clarke closer to her, needing the reassurance. Clarke continued her whispered confession.
“I'm not saying we should hide this, us, but I like having something that's just.. mine.. And not something I have to share with others or have to defend or anything. Could we do that?” She raised her head and looked into Lexa's unguarded eyes. “Can we have something that's just us, just for a little while?” Lexa saw the vulnerable look on Clarke, saw how much her own wants was mirrored in Clarke.
Lexa raised her hands and gently cupped Clarke's face, her thumbs brushing over her cheeks and lips, before pulling her into a soft kiss.
“There's nothing more I'd rather want, my Queen.” Lexa's eyes twinkled when she said that and Clarke chuckled. Lexa let go of her face, and she put it back on Lexa's chest as she snuggled into her again.
Not many minutes went by before The Commander and The Sky Princess was fast asleep, never before being this content.