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They both stared, eyes searching the other's face, every line, every expression. Their eyes scanned quickly from one eye to the next, back and forth, until their gazes also began to take in the other's lips. Their bodies slowly leaned in, closer and closer, until their faces were just a few inches apart, their eyes still scanning. |
Bellamy covered the last few inches and touched his lips to Clarke's. He closed his eyes, savoring the moment, the feel of her lips, his head filled with sound. He hadn't even realized this was what he wanted, but in this moment, all he could think was, Clarke. Finally. |
Clarke closed her eyes too, overcome with emotion. She leaned fully into the kiss and her lips responded. She reached a hand to Bellamy's neck to pull him even closer. She hadn't even realized this was what she wanted, but in this moment, all she could think was, Bellamy. Finally. |
He wrapped his arms around her, just as he had at their reunion. But now, there was so much more. |
Genre: tv |
100 |
Goodnight Ambassador |
Chapter 1: Goodnight Ambassador |
Lexa paced around her room, her wounds from the fight with Ronan tended to. "Come on, Lexa, all you have to do is walk to Clarke's room, knock on the door, and say thank you." She hoped that talking out loud to herself would get rid of the nerves, but it only made her more anxious. Standing in front of her closed door, Lexa let out a slow breath. "I can do this." Repeating it to herself, she turned the knob and exited her room, making her way to the floor where Clarke's room resided. |
Inside her room, Clarke stood next to a window, looking out at Polis, her mind wandering through the events that had conspired that day. She was oblivious to what was happening outside her door. |
Lexa stood in front of Clarke's bedroom door, working up the courage to knock. In fact, she had been standing there for a while, just staring at the door. "I can do this." She raised her hand to knock, only to bring it back to her side. "Why is this so hard? All you have to do is knock on the door, Lexa. You've commanded an army, killed enemies. Saying a simple thank you should not be this difficult." Inhaling and exhaling, she brought her hand up again and knocked. |
The knock at her door brought Clarke out of her thoughts. Walking to the door and opening it, she saw the commander on the other side, but the sight was not what she had expected. Dressed in a nightgown, free of war paint and braids, was Lexa, not the commander. The sight before her was breathtaking. |
"Is this 'I told you so'?" Clarke asked. |
"No, this is thank you," Lexa replied. |
"Come in," Clarke invited, stepping to the side. |
As Lexa walked in, Clarke took notice of the dangerously high leg slit that was part of her nightgown. Clarke had the urge to reach out and slide her hand up and down the leg that peeked out. Quickly ridding herself of the thought, she noticed the crudely wrapped cloth around the hand that Lexa had used to grab Ronan's blade. Without hesitation, Clarke grabbed Lexa's hand. |
Quickly looking down and back up to see green eyes staring back at her, Clarke spoke. "Sit down, let me change that for you." |
Lexa's heart racing faster as she felt Clarke touch her hand, she sat on a chair as Clarke came back with new cloth to wrap around the wound on her hand. It was much more neatly done than how the healer who tended to it had done. Clarke asked about what would happen to the girl named Ontari. Lexa gave her the answer that seemed to be in every conversation she had ever had with Clarke: the girl would not be back till her death. |
"Do you ever talk about anything other than your death?" Clarke playfully said. |
Lexa couldn't help but smile a little. |
"Thank you for backing me," she said, looking at Clarke. |
"I was just doing what was right for my people," Clarke replied. The response stung Lexa a bit. "Your ambassadors betrayed you. How do you move forward?" |
"They were doing what they believed was right for their people too," Lexa said, not meaning to throw it back at Clarke, but it was the truth. |
That was the moment when it clicked for Clarke - the betrayal at Mount Weather. She couldn't be angry at Lexa for it, not anymore. Standing up, Clarke spoke in Trigedasleng. "Reshop, Heda." |
Lexa stood up, staring into Clarke's blue eyes, then wandered to her lips. Not knowing what came over her, she leaned in, kissing Clarke softly on the lips. Clarke stiffened at the contact, caught off guard by the action. Lexa pulled back quickly. |
You idiot, what were you thinking. "I'm sorry, I did not mean to... I will just leave now," Lexa said, making her way to the door when a hand on her wrist stopped her. Lexa looked back at Clarke. |
Clarke quickly regained her composure before letting Lexa make her escape, taking hold of her wrist. She turned to face her, their blue eyes meeting green, swallowing the lump in her throat. Clarke reached out her right hand, cupping Lexa's face. Lexa, in turn, unconsciously leaned into the touch. This time, Clarke leaned in, and Lexa met her halfway. Lexa placed her hands on Clarke's waist, pulling her closer. The kiss was soft and gentle, ending as quickly as it happened. They stared at each other for a moment, Lexa spoke to fill the silence. |
"Goodnight, Ambassador." |
Clarke smiled a little, letting out a small laugh. "We kiss, and all you can say after is 'good night, Ambassador.' Do you kiss all your ambassadors goodnight?" She raised a brow at Lexa. |
Lexa panicked. "No," she said, a bit louder than she intended. Which only seemed to make Clarke laugh a bit more. |
"I'm only teasing you," Clarke said. |
Lexa looked away, embarrassed a little, clearing her throat before speaking again. "I will return to my room now. I have kept you up long enough. I shall see you tomorrow, Clarke." |
Clarke nodded. "Tomorrow." |
Clarke watched Lexa as she opened the door to leave, looking back, Lexa smiled back at Clarke, who returned the smile with her own. Having closed the door fully, Lexa leaned against it, her head tilted upwards a bit, her mouth forming a full smile. |
Well, that went better than I thought. |
Touching her lips, Clarke smiled wider. |
Genre: tv |
100 |
How Season 3 Should Have Ended |
Chapter 1: How Season 3 Should Have Ended |
Clarke takes a deep breath and opens her eyes. She's back. She survived the City of Light. "You need to take the flame out," she states to her mother. Abby nods. Clarke looks around her. The people are coming back to their senses, their pain etched across their faces. Some people even cry out with the force of it all. Clarke sees Murphy, his hands inside Ontari's lifeless body, still pumping her heart. Clarke internally shudders. No one notices. Abby goes to Murphy, so she can take care of Ontari, and Murphy pulls his hands out of the dead girl. They are dripping with black blood as he moves towards Clarke. |
Clarke bends her head down and lets Murphy speak the phrase that makes the flame come to life. He pulls the AI out of the back of Clarke's neck, its feelers searching for a new host before it closes in on itself and returns to its closed state. Abby comes over and takes the flame from Murphy. Clarke doesn't look at it; it makes her feel weak inside. She is on the verge of tears. She will never see Lexa again. The last image she has of Lexa is her going off to battle to protect her, and Clarke feels her eyes well up with tears as whispers of "I'll always be with you" fill her mind. |
Abby folds the flame into Clarke's hand and holds on to her daughter for just a moment longer than necessary. Mothers always know when something is wrong with their child, but Abby stays silent until Clarke quietly tells her to go to Kane. Abby leaves her daughter's side to go to the man she may be falling in love with. Kane is in pain, and Abby wraps him up in her arms to steady his shaking. Clarke looks away from the affection, knowing she will never get to hold Lexa again. |
She takes a shuddering breath to calm her racing heart and blinks back tears. Lexa would have wanted her to move on and be happy, but all Clarke can think about is Lexa's lips on hers in a hurried final kiss. It's not fair, but then again, nothing has been fair since the day the dropship brought one hundred kids and teenagers to the ground all those months ago. |
All around Clarke, people are crying in pain and relief that they are back and ALIE is gone. Clarke is the only one who knows that the earth and all its inhabitants are going to be doomed sooner than they think. None of them are safe, and this time, Clarke won't be able to stop it. She can't stop the whole world from dying. It's too much. Her shoulders sag with the weight of this burden she holds. She looks down and realizes she is still sitting on Lexa's throne. She's thankful that she is looking down because she blushes a deep shade of red as she thinks about Lexa sitting in this exact same spot. |
The thoughts are innocent and full of want. She misses Lexa. Her heart aches to hold the girl in her arms again. Her stomach feels like it is completely missing from inside of her, and she can't decide if she needs to throw up or cry until she passes out. She keeps her head down, knowing that her facial expressions will betray her. She doesn't want the people around her to see her fall apart. She grips the armrests on Lexa's throne until her hands hurt and her knuckles turn white. She needs to be strong now. She needs to suck it up and figure out the impossible. She needs to save the planet from becoming uninhabitable. |
Clarke is so consumed by her own thoughts and trying to control her emotions that she doesn't hear the door open. She doesn't hear Abby's intake of breath. She completely misses Octavia burying her sword into Pike until he falls dead at her feet. She doesn't notice how the whole room has fallen silent and are staring blankly between her and the newcomer. She misses the footsteps that echo with each step they take towards her. She can't see the feet that stop right in front of her. Clarke is so intently focused on herself for once that she misses all of it, until someone speaks: "A commander should always lead with her head held high," comes a soft voice. |
Clarke lifts her head so fast, all of a sudden not caring who sees the tears rolling down her face. Lexa is standing in front of her, and that's all that matters. She's wearing her commander's uniform, and her war paint is perfectly applied to her face. When Lexa sees Clarke's tears, she crumbles. Her perfectly straight back hunches, and her proud shoulders sag. She drops down to her knees in front of her own throne and takes Clarke's face in hers. She wipes the tears off Clarke's cheeks with her thumbs. |
"Clarke," she whispers. "I told you I would always be with you. I'm right here, like I said." |
A laugh mixed with a sob bubbles out of Clarke as she roughly pulls the girl into her arms. She's holding onto Lexa so tightly that she's sure the other girl is having trouble breathing, but at this moment, Clarke doesn't care. Lexa is holding her back just as firmly, and they are together. Lexa is there, and she's real. Clarke doesn't care about everyone else in the room. She can't even see them. All she can see is Lexa. All she can feel is Lexa in her arms, and she never wants to let go. At this moment, the fate of the world is forgotten, because Lexa is here, and Lexa makes everything better. |
Genre: tv |
100 |
Know Joy |
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