I'm thinking about several chapters. The ending of 307 is different. The gunshot did happen, but the rest is better. It is mostly a writing exercise to take some ideas out of my head. This is a mere introduction.

Love and War

I. Waking up

"Fire weapons are not everything, Ambassador", Lexa says, looking deeply into Clarke's eyes, while the blond caresses her arm tattoo. Her touches are soft, but insist in not missing any details of her skin. "If you stay here, you can learn so much more than just our language and laws".

"Sha, Heda", Clarke replies with a slight touch of mockery in her voice, teasing with her eyebrow, " but trikru weapons are not everything, either". The last retort comes with sadness underneath. Clarke's hand travels downwards to Lexa's bullet wound. The brunette closes her eyes for a moment, understanding the point. This has become sacred for both, the time they spend together is almost a gift. The rays of light fall in the tanned skin of the Commander, some parts pristine, others with scattered scars of so many years of endurance and battle. A touch of Lexa's finger breaks Clarke's concentration.

"You are doing it again", she says with a little smile.

"What?"

"The frown…"

A kiss on Clarke's forehead makes her open her eyes a little bit more; it was the first time someone pointed out.

"I am fond of it"

The kiss lingers. The blonde closes her eyes, savoring this newfound peace, until Lexa breaks the silence:

"I can tell my best warriors/ to teach you/ our techniques/ and use every weapon.

Every sentence and phrase is separated by little kisses, adoring her face, first her nose, then her cheeks, shoulders, and lips.

Clarke's blushes slightly with the actions of the Commander, this soft side of hers was very convincing.

"I would love to learn, but I want you to teach me.", she says frowning again, dead serious. Lexa smiles, feeling honored by her request.

"Tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow.