A/N: I've been really busy with school and stuff so sorry for not updating the Bechloe fics. I write it in my spare time (of which I appear to have none) so I will try to update when I can. So for now, enjoy just some badly written Clexa smut. \o/ Contains spoilers for Season 2.

Clarke pulled her hood over her head, her blonde hair concealed from the dim moonlight underneath a dirty, roughly woven hood. Her fingers danced along the hilt of her knife which hung from her belt, tightly wrapped around her waist.

After Lexa had betrayed her by making the deal with the Mountain Men, she had been consumed in an uncontrollable rage to slaughter the other girl. So that's what she's here to do, back at the Grounder camp. She's here to kill Lexa.

There was no denying how Clarke felt for the other girl. Before she had left her people to die, she had thought that finally Lexa was coming to, and that she was starting to let her emotions also play a role in her decisions. But how wrong was Clarke. Lexa was a selfish, manipulative little-

Clarke's thoughts were cut short as she heard a shout of one of the Grounders, as they were probably in celebration for getting her people back. The blonde swallowed her disgust. She had killed hundreds of innocent people, slaughtered them, murdered them just because Lexa turned her back on her when she needed the other girl. She needed her more than she needed to breathe.

Stop it, Clarke, the girl thought to herself in annoyance. Stick to the now. Not the past. Clarke started forward in the shadows. She knew which one was Lexa's tent. She knew what to do. Darkened blue eyes stared out from underneath the hood as she snuck through the camp, undetected. Clarke knew how the Grounders operated.

She peeled back the hide of the tent and slipped in nimbly. The blonde's eyes darted around the tent. Nothing. Lexa must be back soon.

Clarke's eyes travelled across to the throne that Lexa had sat upon so many times and she growled to herself in anger, but she kept her heart set on what she had to do. It's the only thing she could do that would make her feel better, that would make her free from the guilt and the bloodshed.

Footsteps. She darted behind the throne and crouched down, before hearing someone enter the tent. Those sea-green eyes under that face paint filled her with such anger that she almost wanted to slit her throat there and then. But she waited.

Lexa made her way across the tent, humming a tune to herself as she walked past the table to her throne, where Clarke darted out and pushed her down onto the chair.

For once in her life, Clarke saw surprise flash across Lexa's normally emotionless face as the blonde held the knife up to her neck.

"Clarke," Lexa swallowed, her eyes unreadable.

The anger that flashed through Clarke made her press the knife into Lexa's neck harder. A thin trickle of blood slowly dripped down the commander's neck.

"You," Clarke hissed, saliva spraying in pure resentment, "you killed my people. You sentenced them to death and now I have to pay for the price. You're a monster, Lexa. And now you can pay for what you've made me."

Clarke pressed her thumb on the outside of the hilt before she looked at Lexa. She didn't look scared. She didn't look afraid. She just looked…sad. Lexa blinked once, twice slowly.

"Clarke. I'm sorry I left your people to die. I truly am. But I had to save my people. I was chosen to be commander. And so it is my duty to save them."

The blonde slackened her grip a little. No! You mustn't let her words get to you. She just felt herself become weaker as she was overwhelmed with emotion and she dropped the knife from her hand and she just looked down at Lexa with sorrowful eyes.

"They're all dead. Children. Because I had to sacrifice them to save my people." She whispered.

Lexa nodded. "It is a sacrifice we have to make, as leaders sometimes, Clarke of the Sky People. It is necessary. You made the decision with your head and not your heart."

Clarke's eyes flicked between Lexa's green eyes. "You betrayed me. I thought you trusted me. I thought you liked me, Lexa."

The brunette pushed herself up from underneath Clarke. "I do, 'like' you, Clarke. I always have, from the moment I met you."

The blonde's deep blue eyes dipped down to Lexa's lips and back up to her eyes again. "How much do you like me?" She whispered.

Lexa took Clarke's face softly in her hand. "This much." she murmured before bringing her lips to Clarke's and kissing her, Lexa's lips unbelievably soft on Clarke's as the blonde pressed her lips deeply against the other girl's. Her breathing quickened and she opened her mouth a little to let the kiss deepen, and the feel of Lexa's tongue on hers was electrifying. Clarke lost all intentions of what she had intended before, because the feel of the brunette on her consumed her in the desperate need of the other girl in that moment.

Lexa's hands were roaming under Clarke's jacket and shirt as she ran her nails up and down the blonde's back, moaning underneath the kiss before she heard footsteps just outside her tent. The commander's eyes widened and she looked up at Clarke before pushing her off of her and shoving underneath the table where the maps were laid out. The blonde opened her mouth in protest, but Lexa shook her head rapidly as several people entered the room, other sergeants in the grounder army.

"Heda," they all said in unison, bowing their heads in respect. Lexa looked down at Clarke who was grinning underneath the table. She'd never felt so alive. The commander gestured to sit on the other end of the table, and Clarke bit her lip as Lexa sat in front of her, trying not to make any noise.

"Reports?" Lexa asked in a very domineering voice.

One of the sergeants stood up and started reeling off reports on territory expansion, hunting and weapon production. Lexa was breathing deeply as she felt Clarke pulling on her trousers. The blonde wasn't going to murder her, but she had a much nastier idea in mind as she smirked to herself.

Clarke ran her hands up Lexa's legs, along her thighs and trailed her fingertips over the commander's sex and heard her breath hitch. Grinning, she began to undo the belt around her waist and Lexa's hands closed around her own warningly. Clarke wriggled her fingers free and looked up at the brunette with dangerous eyes. If you stop me, I come out. This is more embarrassing for you than it will be for me.

Lexa swallowed, Clarke almost hearing her gulp. The blonde undid her belt as the sergeant, completely oblivious, reeled his reports on. She pulled on Lexa's pants and slid them down to the floor, the brunette unintentionally lifting her hips. Clarke licked her lips and trailed her fingers up the soft thighs of the commander, as Lexa leaned forward and onto the table, holding her hand over her mouth. Clarke ran her fingers down the other girl's sex, making the brunette shiver and a small whimper escaped her fingers.

"Is everything alright, Heda?" The sergeant asked.

Lexa was flushed and she just nodded. "Yes, yes. J-just continue."

The blonde had begun to circle her clit with her thumb, receiving a hitch in Lexa's words and Clarke bit her lower lip and grinned to herself as she slipped two fingers inside her and began slowly sliding them in and out.

The brunette's eyes almost came out of her head as she had to bite down hard on the inside of her cheek not to make any noise. She was going insane, and Clarke was going too slowly. She couldn't moan, she couldn't move her hips. She just had to sit there and endure all of it.

Clarke took her fingers out of Lexa and licked the wetness from them, earning an angry look from Lexa. The blonde's blue eyes just looked innocently up at her as she suddenly took Lexa's thighs in her hands and placed her lips over Lexa's clit. The brunette let out a soft moan, this time it wasn't concealed and the sergeants looked at her with a confused expression.

"I-I'm sorry, I'm not feeling too well. Ca-an we continue this discussion tomorro-ow?" She stammered, as Clarke's tongue flicked over her sensitive flesh, sucking hard. So close.

The sergeants looked confused but nodded as Lexa dismissed them. After the last of them had left the tent, she grabbed Clarke's blonde hair and pushed her towards her sex as she let out a moan of ecstasy. Her hands gripped either side of the chair as Clarke's tongue slithered over her clit and she let out a strangled moaning form of Clarke's name as she came, her eyes rolling to the back of her head and she dug her nails into the wood, her hair plastered to her face encased in sweat.

Clarke slowed down and took her mouth away from Lexa's sex as she brought herself up to meet the other girl, kissing her softly on the lips and letting her taste herself as she came down from her high.

The blonde smirked at her. "I may not be here to kill you anymore Lexa, but I can hurt you in more ways than one."

The brunette looked at her, her eyes flashing dangerously. "And I can hurt you, Clarke of the Sky People." She whispered as Clarke suddenly felt herself grow tired.

"What?" The blonde asked groggily as she saw Lexa's other hand produce a small dart.

The commander smirked. "Dream of me."

A/N: probably going to be three chapters of absolutely plotless smut if I can actually asked to write it but don't worry this ending is just to prepare for some kinky shit alrite so have fun you lot. Also come chat to me on Instagram; briittsnowhuh and tumblr; generation-extinction \o/