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"Why is there a tree in the middle of your camp?" Lexa whispered, so as not to let the other Sky People hear. Clarke let out a burst of laughter, which slightly offended Lexa at first, but then filled her with lightness – Clarke's happiness was beautiful and delicate. Lexa had witnessed a troubled, stressed, and aching Clarke far too often, so seeing her laugh felt like a treat.
"It's for Christmas," Clarke explained, only to receive a blank stare from Lexa as a response. "Don't tell me Grounders don't have Christmas?" Lexa shook her head. "Okay, well, it's a time of the year when people give each other gifts."
"In exchange for what?" asked Lexa, curiously, confused by the transaction.
"For nothing," Clarke replied, confused as to why Lexa was confused.
"Oh..." Lexa nodded as if she understood. She didn't. "Why?"
"To show people you care about them," Clarke laughed, taking in how endearing a confused Lexa could be. Lexa's eyes widened.
"Then I must give you a Christmas, Clarke," Lexa's voice was almost cheerful.
"Okay, you do that, Lexa," Clarke smiled, too amused to correct her.
Finding a proper gift for Clarke was harder than Lexa had anticipated. Pacing back and forth in front of her throne, Lexa ran ideas through her head until she could think of no more.
"Indra," she called out to the guard who stood outside her tent, so that he might fetch her. After a few moments, Indra came in, a worried look on her face.
"Is everything in order, Heda?" Indra asked.
"No," Lexa answered sternly. "Indra, I am in need of your assistance."
"Anything, Heda," Indra assured her.
"What should I give Clarke for Christmas?"
"Uh..." Indra stood frozen for a moment, unable to comprehend exactly what was being asked of her. "Is this about the tree in Camp Jaha?"
"Yes."
"Sky People," Indra scoffed. "Their tree will soon die out."
"Yes, Indra, you're right! Thank you," Lexa said, dismissing her. "You may step out now."
It was Christmas Day, and even the Grounders gathered at Camp Jaha to exchange gifts. Lexa walked in gracefully, triumphantly, proud and excited to show Clarke her affections in the way of the Sky People.
"You made it," Clarke smiled as she walked up to Lexa. "Merry Christmas!" She leaned in for an embrace, and Lexa felt her muscles grow limp as she felt the girl's warmth on her chest.
"Merry, indeed," Lexa replied. "Are you ready for your gift, my Sky Princess?"
"Me first," Clarke replied, digging into her jacket pocket to pull out a small box.
"It is... a box?" Lexa looked confused. "It is beautiful, Clarke."
"Open it, silly," Clarke said with a smile.
"Oh, of course," Lexa replied, shaking her head half-embarrassed. Opening it, she found a very strange, silver artifact inside. Before she could ask, Clarke answered.
"It's a watch. It was my father's watch, actually. But it's yours now. You can tell time with it," Lexa looked confused about the last part. "I can teach you how. Maybe then you won't be late for our dates," Clarke joked.
"I love it, Clarke," Lexa smiled. "I apologize. I did not know our Christmases had to be boxed."
"That's okay," Clarke replied with a smile.
"Here," Lexa reached into her coat pocket and took out an apple.
"An apple?" Clarke asked, a sweet smile on her face.
"Yes. You may eat it, if you wish, and afterwards use the seeds to plant a new tree," Lexa explained. "One which will not die in a few weeks like that one. Don't worry; I can teach you how. Maybe then we can have more Christmases."
Clarke took the apple in her hand, an enormous smile on her lips as she looked up at Lexa, who tilted her head questionably.
"I apologize, Clarke. Was this not a proper Christmas?" Lexa asked, worried.
"It's the best Christmas," Clarke assured her. "But I have one more thing to give you."
"Clarke, I brought only one gift. I may not be able to repay you," Lexa said, concerned.
"I'm sure we can figure something out," Clarke said as she leaned forward and gave Lexa a gentle, tender kiss.
"Oh," Lexa understood, wrapping her arms around Clarke and pulling her close, returning the sweet kiss.
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Model Building
Chapter 1: Model Building
P.S. I am capable of writing something that won't kill your feelings! Would you look at that!
"Did you finish the door yet, Lexa?" Lexa sighed, her hands tired from working, her brain feeling numb from the constant task of molding and remolding the pliant material she and Clarke were handling. She bent the small door in her hands one last time, mumbling, "I'm sick of building this," under her breath. She folded her fingers around it, holding it in her fist above Clarke's outstretched hand.
"Well, if you had concentrated and continued planning the attack on the map," Clarke was irritated, and it showed easily in her voice, "we wouldn't have to build this model, now would we?"
"I wasn't the one who sat on it…" Lexa said, smirking. She looked at Clarke through the corner of her eyes, not needing to turn her head to see Clarke's wide eyes and flushed expression. She decided to continue teasing, wanting to see how far she could push her. "And you seem to prefer it when my attention is focused on you."
Apparently, she had pushed much too far. At first, Clarke's gaze just drifted down, unable to look Lexa in the eyes or at her smug expression. Then she realized that she was staring at Lexa's toned arms, drawing on the lines of lean muscle usually obscured by armor and dark clothing. Then Clarke blushed even harder, turned her head away, her hair falling to cover the side of her face, obscuring Lexa's view, and reached down distractedly to continue working. "Well, I don't want that type of attention from you."
Realizing her mistake, Lexa attempted to make amends, albeit feebly. "I-I'm sorry, Clarke…" Lexa reached down blindly and picked up one of her carved trees. "I… made you some tiny trees…" she said in a hushed voice. Clarke still wouldn't look at her. "Clarke." She tried again.
"Keep making your trees," Clarke responded somewhat harshly.
"I said I'm sorry," Lexa said. She was starting to get worried now; she didn't know how exactly to continue. She'd never seen Clarke like this - she refused to look her in the eyes, she was skittish and nervous. Clarke was rarely skittish and nervous. Lexa pursed her lips and furrowed her eyebrows worriedly, feeling the gear between them pushing into her crinkled skin. She pivoted her upper body, raising her right hand and poking at Clarke's shoulder. "Hey,"
Finally, Lexa got a response. Clarke turned to her, her face less red than before but still slightly distressed. "Fine," she murmured, and Lexa's face softened, the corners of her lips upturning in a small smile. "We need to finish this, though."
Lexa's smile disappeared, and she turned back to whittling small trees. This is so boring, she thought, her fingers just going along with muscle memory at this point.