AN: This is a very short story I thought of listening to the song Hungry Hands by The Common Linnets. This is set in a future where Lexa didn't die in that horrible episode. It's still a sad very short story but I really wanted to write it. Hope you enjoy it and I hope you'll leave a review for me :)
Lexa woke up surrounded by the warm furs but not the arms of her lover. This wasn't the first time she woke up alone but lately all she did was wake up alone. Lexa wasn't clingy. Not at all. But she really loved waking up close to her Clarke. Fighting the urge to stay wrapped up in the warm furs rolled herself out of bed and grabbed her clothes. Making her way over to the balcony where Clarke was already sitting there having breakfast. Lately she didn't wait for Lexa to join her anymore.
"Morning" Lexa kissed Clarke on the cheek but didn't get much love in return. Of course she wasn't stupid. Not everything would stay the same as it was when they first embraced their love and dove in head first. She didn't expect it to go this bad though. Lexa sat down on the chair opposite of Clarke's and tried to make conversation "what are you gonna do today?"
"I am spending the day with the nightbloods. They asked for a sparring match with Wanheda"
"Nobody told me about that" Lexa frowned. She didn't like the idea of Clarke wielding around swords and people wielding swords around Clarke.
Clarke stood up and headed out of the room "I have my own life you know"
Lexa watched her lover leave the room and sighed. In every move Clarke makes lately she can see that Clarke is trying to move on. That is what Lexa wanted for her. That she'd move on from all the pain and blame. But she wanted her to move on together. This was so fucked up. She noticed that Clarke grew further apart from her every single day. Clarke look like she wanted to bolt out the door any moment but she never saw her actually leave. She'd stare at the woods from the balcony for hours but never left.
The rest of the day commander business swallowed up her day. She couldn't wait to return to their room and wrap herself in Clarke's arms. Maybe even have some fun in bed before actually falling asleep. It has been ages since they've been intimate and Lexa missed her lovers touch. When she made it to their room Clarke was standing in the moonlight on the balcony in her nightgown. The wind was blowing it around her slender body making a beautiful picture that Lexa wanted to remember forever and ever. She undid the shoulder straps and moved towards her lover wrapping her arms around her from behind "you look beautiful in this moonlight" Clarke didn't answer and left her hands where they were not moving at all. "You smell like heaven" Lexa tried again wanting to receive something back from her lover. Clarke leaned back against her a little then turned around taking her hand leading them to the bed. Lexa knew where this was going or at least she hoped so and shed her clothes along the way. When they landed on the bed Clarke moved her hands to Lexa's hips. She almost jumped at the icecold hands. This was unusual. You could say a lot about Clarke but the girl never had cold hands. Then Lexa realized something. The hungry hands that couldn't leave her body alone for a minute alone have now turned into cold hands that wouldn't touch her like they did before. All those times those hands set her free. Made every worry she had disappear. Made her feel like a normal person again and not just the commander.
"Stop" Lexa said and pushed Clarke off her.
"What?" Clarke grunted annoyed.
"You don't love me anymore do you?" Lexa said fighting back her tears wanting to cut straight to the point. Clarke looked taken back and stared at Lexa "I'm not the one you want anymore am I?"
Clarke moved off the bed and put on her clothes again. She looked at the door wanting to run out. Run away from this moment and never return to it again.
Lexa saw the look Clarke had in her eyes and sat up "if you want to leave. Leave. I won't keep you here" she moved off the bed not wanting to see her lover leave and moved to the back of the room grabbing a large shirt not realizing it was Clarke's. When she sat down in the book of the room Clarke's smell hit her like a ton of bricks and she cried. Cried like she never cried before or will cry again. When she heard her door close her heart broke in two. The mighty Heda was slain by Warheda. But not in the way anyone expected..