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"Or I might know it was the best decision I ever made," she countered. |
She sat up and kissed him to banish his insecurities and doubts. She knew exactly what he was asking, and she wanted to be just as clear with her answer. How could she regret him when he was the best thing that had ever happened to her? She touched her forehead to his and was relieved to see a shy smile lifting the corners of his mouth. |
"Alright," she said encouragingly, and returned to her stomach with her heart still racing. "I'm ready." |
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Cold Nights and Warpaint |
Chapter 1: Cold Nights and Warpaint |
"Now, we fight," Lexa said, looking at Clarke. Lexa had waited for this moment for a long time. She was finally able to go to war with Mount Weather, and the best part was that she would do it with the one she loved by her side. The Grounders had decided to rest the night to ensure their energy. Clarke and Lexa were in the same tent, Lexa in her bed and Clarke at the war table. |
"You need your rest, Clarke," Lexa said in her monotone voice. At first, Clarke didn't want to lay with Lexa. She wanted to make sure the plan was correct, and she didn't want it to be awkward. |
"We need to make sure the plan is perfect," Clarke said, hovering over the table looking at the battle plans. |
"Don't worry. Tomorrow morning, we will take the mountain, and all will be well," Lexa said, her eyes still closed. She opened them only to see that Clarke didn't move. "Clarke." |
"I don't want to rest!" Clarke snapped. Lexa lay there, not moving. |
"Alright, then," Lexa said, shifting over so there would be room when Clarke finally did decide to rest. Lexa wasn't wearing many clothes, only an animal skin band across her chest and black knit shorts. It was freezing outside, and the light tent walls didn't help the situation. It was about an hour into the night, and Clarke was still thinking, while Lexa was shivering. She would put on her battle clothes, but they were too uncomfortable. Clarke noticed that Lexa was shivering, and to be honest, Clarke was freezing too. She looked at Lexa. The brunette's eyes were clenched tight, a fur blanket clenched in her fists, shaking in the fetal position. Clarke blew out all the candles, and the only light was from the moon. Lexa opened her eyes and saw Clarke moving towards her. Clarke took off her jacket, boots, and pants, so that she was left in her bra and her long boy shorts. Clarke climbed into the bed with Lexa, under the fur blanket, and faced her. Lexa had closed her eyes again. |
"Lexa, are you asleep?" Clarke asked. |
"No," Lexa replied, shivering. Clarke got cold, but not very often. Tonight, she was cold, but she could handle it. Lexa, on the other hand, could get hypothermia. |
"Here," Clarke said, grabbing Lexa's hands. "You're freezing." Clarke blew into the brunette's hands and put them on her neck. |
"How are you so warm?" Lexa asked. Clarke shrugged in response. Lexa still wasn't getting any warmer. Clarke moved closer to Lexa, pressing their bodies together, pulling the fur blanket above their heads. Lexa nuzzled her head into Clarke's neck and instantly got warmer. |
"Is this helping?" Clarke asked. Lexa shook her head in Clarke's neck, and they both fell asleep. |
Clarke woke up that morning very early, before they were going to attack. She was still cuddling Lexa. Instead of side by side, Clarke lay on her back with Lexa half on top of her. Clarke gently kissed the top of Lexa's head, hoping not to wake her. Luckily, she didn't. To wake Lexa up, Clarke shifted her position a little, and Lexa's head shot up. The brunette got up off the bed and put her clothes on. |
"It is time, Clarke," Lexa said. Clarke soon put her clothes on and watched as Lexa did her warpaint. |
"Can I do that?" Clarke asked. Lexa looked at Clarke and smiled her little smile. |
"Of course," Lexa replied, handing Clarke the paint after she was done. Lexa watched Clarke paint one of her eyes. The blonde got it everywhere and made a mess out of her makeup. Lexa chuckled a little. |
"No, no, no," Lexa said, walking up to Clarke, their faces a few inches apart. Lexa smudged the warpaint off of Clarke's one eye with her fingers. Lexa dipped her finger in the paint that Clarke was holding and slowly started to paint her design over Clarke's eyes. Lexa cupped one side of Clarke's face as she did both eyes. Clarke liked her touch. |
"Thank you, for last night. I would have never been able to sleep," Lexa said, as her fingers swiped back and forth over Clarke's left eyelid. |
"Don't thank me. It was nothing. We needed our rest," Clarke said. Lexa was hoping that Clarke would say something else or something more, but the blonde didn't. When Lexa finished, she gave Clarke a little mirror. The warpaint was smudged all over her eyes, but came to a point above her eyebrow. The blonde had little streaks down her cheeks, but one big one on each eye that went vertical from the middle of her eye all the way down to her mouth. Clarke admired Lexa's work. |
"Thank you. It is beautiful," Clarke said. |
"Don't thank me. It was nothing," Lexa said, mocking Clarke from earlier. Lexa looked at Clarke's paint. "Oh, I missed a spot." Lexa dabbed her finger in the paint and went down the long streak to Clarke's mouth. Lexa's other clean hand, which cupped around Clarke's face, ran over Clarke's lips. Clarke stared at Lexa's eyes and then lips. This time, it was Clarke who leaned in for the kiss. Clarke dropped the paint to the floor as she grabbed Lexa's hips. |
"Heda! Heda!" someone called from outside. They broke the kiss. |
"Let's go win a war," Lexa said, before placing another small kiss on Clarke's lips and taking her hand, leading them both out of the tent to war. |
Genre: tv |
100 |
Chapter 1: Finally |
As Clarke watched the guards escort Finn to the Grounders, she turned and began to walk into the trees, her pace increasing with each step. Abby took a step forward, but Bellamy held out a hand to stop her. |
"No, I'll go," he said. He hoisted his bag across his shoulders and slowly set out after her. |
He followed with a measured tread, knowing that she was heading towards the bunker, but also knowing that she would need time too. As he neared the bunker, he heard a quavering breath on the other side of the clearing. And there she was: Clarke. She sat at the foot of a large tree, legs drawn up, hands on knees, head on hands, her blonde hair cascading beside them. |
He dropped his bag and walked heavily towards her. He knew she knew he was there, but she did not lift her head. He slid down the tree beside her, just a few feet away, and waited. |
"They sent you after me?" she finally said. |
"We drew straws. I lost," he replied. |
She raised her head and glanced at him, and her hint of a smile sent a small warmth through him, a not unpleasant – or, if he was being honest with himself, unwelcome – sensation. |
"Also, I figured maybe you wouldn't feel like being around anyone you actually liked," he added. |
The corners of Clarke's mouth turned up even more as she sat up and turned her gaze to the forest around them. The day she had first said those words to him felt like a lifetime ago. Hell, multiple lifetimes. Before the war had begun, before Mount Weather, before Finn at the village. But that day had meant a lot to her. It was the day they found the guns, when they finally had some power in this impossible world. It was the day she'd saved Bellamy's life, and he'd saved hers. It was the day she'd understood that he was so much more than the façade he'd put on during their first two weeks on the ground. It was the day she and Bellamy had become a team. |
Clarke turned her head and locked her serious blue eyes onto his. "If you thought I wouldn't want to be around someone I actually liked, then you really should have sent someone else," she said. |
Bellamy held her gaze. He was thinking about the day she'd first said those words too. That day had meant everything to him. It was the day he'd finally allowed himself to comprehend the horrible acts he had committed against Jaha and the sacrificed Ark residents. It was the day he'd admitted how heavily the shame his mother would feel weighed on him. It was the day Clarke stood up for him and told him how much he was needed. It was the day he and Clarke had become a team. |
He looked away. "Well, who'd have guessed that a couple months ago, right, Princess?" he said. |
"Princess...," she smiled ruefully. "Yeah, I guess we ran in different circles on the Ark. If we'd stayed there, we probably never would have met." |
"Probably not," he replied. "If you had an excessive amount of trash, maybe," he tried to joke. The truth was that the thought of never having met Clarke was causing him almost physical pain. He shouldn't be glad that he had shot the chancellor and snuck onto the drop ship, but when he thought about never having known Clarke, he almost was. |
"Bellamy," she said, her voice low. |
He almost started at how good it felt for her to say his name. He turned his head and held her gaze. Clarke, too, was upset at the thought of not knowing him. |
"After the battle at the drop ship, when I thought you were dead, when I thought I had killed you...," she began. |
"Like I said before, it had to be done," he said. |
"I know," she replied. "But the moment I saw you again at Camp Jaha...," she glanced away and back as both of their thoughts drifted to the memory of their reunion. "That was the happiest I've felt since we hit the ground." His heart rose in his chest. The moment when he'd realized she was alive, safe, when her arms were wrapped around him, that was the happiest he'd felt too. "And now... I don't know if I could do all of this without you. I... I'm not sure I could be here without you." |
"Clarke, you won't be here without me. Ever," he said, his voice filled with conviction. "We both know I'm the one who would be lost here without you. You saved me." |
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