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Fully summery: Lexa regrets insisting that Klark lead the Skaikru because that requires Klark to physically travel to Arkadia for two weeks every month. Because the thirteenth clan still needs someone to tell them that fire is hot and even when they are behaving, the Skaikru cause their Heda problems. She knows that Klark hates going there but it is what it is...

Or Lexa gets major separation anxiety everytime Klark leaves Polis and Clarke makes Lexa something that will, hopefully, help ease the commander's anxiety while she's gone.

Separation Anxiety

"Lex," The only response she received was best described as a whine, accompanied by even more clinging from the commander. "Ai snacha." This time she got half hearted grumblings but still the commander refused to let her go. To be honest she loved when her raccoon got like this. But if she didn't leave for Arkadia in the next hour, they both knew she wouldn't. Looks like this calls for drastic measures.

"Heda," This elicited a very loud groan. "if you hadn't insisted that I be placed in charge until the Skaikru could be trusted not to fuck things up..."

A raspy sleep filled concession, that set fire to the nerve endings below her navel and seriously made her reconsider leaving so early, to an argument that neither of them really won was whispered into her ear. "I can assure you Klark," Her breathing hitched as the commander clicked the K hard. "if I had known that it would require you to physically travel to Arkadia every two weeks, I wouldn't have."

Now she's just playing dirty, well two can play at this game. "I was going to ask you to join me for my bath," Her grin was so wide it hurt as the commander's eyes shot open and she watched as her raccoon stopped half-way off the bed, torn between dragging her to their bathroom or staying in bed; the commander missed the wicked glint in her eyes. As the commander had debated the merits of a bath with Klark and if it was worth the risk or not, she had already escaped to the bathroom. The commander bolted for the door but reached it a second too late. "But since you have insisted on acting like a child this morning, I will be taking my bath alone."

"Beja ai niron." The commander dramatically collapsed against the door with a pout on her lips.

On the other side, Clarke was mentally cursing at her inability to resist the commander when she spoke Trig like this; as the few times that it happened, Lexa was pouting. The one time that she got drunk with O and Raven she made the mistake of telling them that. They then proceeded to tease her about being weak as fuck for the commander's pout; she denied it vehemently. And sure enough when she opened the door, her raccoon was pouting and she caved.

"Ai snacha." She could have pulled away but she didn't. Instead she let the commander hug her from behind. "I can't stay."

"I know." The moment she heard the quiver-y catch in the commander's throat, she turned in her arms and held onto her just as fiercely. "I love you, raccoon."

"En ai yu, fayakrola." They stayed in each others arms for another ten minutes, they were forced apart when Titus returned with the nightbloods from their early morning training session. Because as soon as the nightbloods realized that she was leaving on her two week trip to Arkadia, they rushed over for hugs. Over the smallest nightblood's head she spotted the commander toying with a dagger as she glared at Titus; her body language screamed at him to give her a reason to throw it. Titus wisely remained silent and kept his distance from the group hug.

"I want you rascals to be good for the commander." They all fought to keep the smiles threatening to break out, off their faces. 'Rascal' was her code word for prank war on the flame keeper.

It was another ten minutes before she was reluctantly riding through the gates with her escort, her raccoon had insisted she have them after she was ambushed by the Azgeda who had remained loyal to Nia's memory on her last trip. They had underestimated the power of Wanheda and paid with their lives.

She was incapable of looking back as her horse reached the trees because she knew that if she did, then she wouldn't leave. But if she had, she'd have seen her little raccoons running after her horse to keep her in sight for as long as possible. It was another tactic that the commander had used on her, to delay her departure, a couple months ago and it had worked; their little raccoons were her other greatest weakness.

Klark had been gone for exactly ten and a half candle-marks when she finally returned to their room, their empty room; not that she had been counting or anything. She sighed tiredly as she unbuckled her pauldron and long coat. After riding herself of both items, leaving her in more casual attire, she collapsed on the couch. It had been an exhausting day and she didn't even have cuddles with Klark to help her relax; Titus had piled as much work on her as possible, he claims its to make up for how distracted she was when Klark was in Polis.

He also seems to abandon the nightbloods with her more often too, though she suspects that Klark has something do with that; as she had made an off-hand comment that she didn't get to see her strik hedas very much and that she misses them. Then the next time Klark was away, Titus was practically begging her to take them off his hands for a couple of hours everyday.

She sighed again before settling even more into the cushions but she froze when her foot knocked something off of the couch. Out of the corner of her eye she saw that it was Klark's sketch book. She didn't hesitate as she twisted around and dove for the other end of the couch, she barely caught the book before it hit the floor. Once the book was in her hands she was absentmindedly setting it on the low table in front of her couch when she realized that the leather was black, not brown. This is a new one.

Slowly she brought the book away from the table and held it in her hands. Her fingers twitched as the muscles in her jaw flexed with indecision; to look or not to look. Klark had told her that she could flip through her sketch books whenever she wanted to, except when Klark specifically asked her not to, but she still felt like she shouldn't.

She deliberated for fifteen minutes before she finally opened the book but nearly dropped it when, instead of a drawing, she found a letter addressed to her:

My Raccoon,

If you are reading this then its been sixteen minutes after you knocked it off the couch, did a badass maneuver to save if from a nasty tumble to the floor, and then debated on whether or not to even look inside it. Anyway I'm sure you're wondering what this is about, so I'll get straight to the point. There's a box on the bed. And there is something I made for you inside it, to help you get your snuggle fix while I'm in Arkadia.

Her cheeks were a light pink, Klark had teased her mercilessly about her 'cuddling addiction' after learning of it, when she looked up and over at the bed. Sure enough there was a medium sized wooden box on it. She was confused as to how it got there. She continued reading the letter.

I asked Alton to leave it in the room when he dropped off the scouting reports. This way Lyra wouldn't see what was in it. She's too curious for her own good. Now stop reading and go open the box, Lex.

This was another thing about Klark that she loved. She shook her head, carefully set the sketch book down, and went to retrieve the box. As soon as she was back on the couch, she lifted the box's lid and a small gasp of surprise escaped her mouth. Nestled inside the box was a finely crafted cloth doll of Klark. It took every ounce of her strength not to pluck the miniature doll out of the box and hug it to her chest. But it was a very near thing. With great care she set the box aside and picked up the sketch book to finish reading her letter.

I can't take all the credit for the idea, Raven enlisted Octavia and Anya's help to make me one too. The three of them accuse me of being even more grumpy and short tempered than usual without my 'Lexa cuddles'. And before you spend way too much time thinking about a thinly veiled counter argument that is totally just smug satisfaction, I have never denied my desire to cuddle with you and I have freely admitted to being addicted.

Also expect an angry messenger from Yujleda to crash your early morning meeting tomorrow about their radio network not working yet. Tell the messenger and Uzac that if their king hadn't changed his mind about where the relay towers were going to be built, Raven's team could have gotten them built before hurricane season started.

Now stop torturing yourself and snuggle with the doll but not on the couch, seriously I might just take the bed with me one of these times. It would probably take you a week to notice its gone...

Sincerely, your fayakrola.

P.S. I love you and give the doll a name.

She'd barely finished reading the last line before doing as Klark bid her to and stopped torturing herself. She never wanted to put the strik Klark down at least until Klark returned from Arkadia. While she knew that the doll wouldn't come close to snuggling with the real Klark, she still curled up with it later that night. And as she drifted off to sleep, hugging Strikon to her chest, her separation anxiety lessened and she slept peacefully like she always did when her dragon held her; keeping her dreams filled with light and warmth, instead of darkness and fear.

I know that its generally accepted in the Clexa fandom that Clarke is a lioness but...not for me. Don't get me wrong lionesses are bad ass but to use Lexa's own words; Klark is special. And she's got this whole 'kill it with fire' vibe going on. Plus I imagine that the grounders probably have myths about people in the sky so...Clarke is a dragon to me. She even has the equivalent to precious treasure *cough* the flame *cough* though if only she'd been as keen as Gollum was his ring, about the flame in season three B...

Anyways introducing my fluffy/crack(ish?) Clexa drabbles.

Trigedaslang Translations:

Ai snacha: My raccoon
Beja ai niron: please my love
En ai yu: and I you
Strik hedas: Little commanders (I'm not sure about the plural for commander, so again educate me on proper Trig please)
Fayakrola: fire lizard (This is something I threw together and I'm not sure it works. But its the closest thing to dragon that I could come up with in Trig. And please, if anyone knows the word for dragon in Trig, tell it to me.)
Strikon: Little one.