First and foremost, this is my first fanfiction and I'm from Germany, therefore English isn't mymother tongue, so please don't judge all too harsh while reading. This chapter is the prologue to a story, there's a lot more to come. I hope you'll enjoy!
Chapter 1
"My mum is on her way to pick me up. I'm sorry." She looked into my eyes, desperation and sorrow and regret openly displayed for me. "Don't be. You have to go back to your people. That's why I-" I swallowed the rest of the sentence. 'Love is weakness, Leksa. Remember that'. "That's why you're you" I said instead. Hope shone in her eyes. "Maybe someday... you and I will owe nothing more to our people." I smiled. We both knew that this would never happen. I was Heda and she was Wanheda and we both were too important to our people. I had taken and sworn to fulfilll this duty until I die and we both knew that. Nevertheless I decided to allow myself the bittersweet imagination of that life and nodded. "I hope so" was all I could manage to say. Knowing that this might be the last time we saw each other, I offered her my forearm, I followed our ways and yet I mixed it up with theirs to create this special atmosphere we always had together one last time. "May we meet again." I knew that this was what Skaikru said when they parted or said goodbye to someone whose fight was over. She smiled and yet I saw tears welling in her eyes. For the least part of a second she looked into my eyes and I knew she could see my soul. She leaned in carefully, in order to not destroy this moment and to give me time to consider or back away, but after all this time of being separated from her and struggling to keep my feelings down, I just moved forward and went along with it and after all this time of being separated from her and keeping my feelings down I finally got to kiss her like I wanted for an even longer time. Everything in me that had been screaming not to trust anybody and to be careful and to not let her in just stopped existing. Instead, everything I had kept quiet started shouting at me to touch her, to run my fingers through her hair, to caress her face, to feel her skin against mine. Scared of another rejection, I just didn't move, apart from meeting her tongue with mine and letting her wash away all the worries until I only focused on her. Her fingers ghosted over my back until she gripped my neck and held me as close as possible to her. She opened the clasp of my shirt and ran her fingers over my shoulders until we parted for air and again she looked into my eyes and saw right through me into my soul. She directed me backwards until my knees hit the bed. I watched her watching me until she leaned down and put me flat onto my back. The next time is a collage of memories. Her lips on my collarbone, her muscles tensing and relaxing when I found the sensitive spot right behind her ear or learned about the noises she makes when she melts into my hands because I curled my fingers a special way. The sound of her screaming my name to the top of her lungs and the way she's arching her back when she's trying to tell me I did something right. The way it feels when I realise I'm falling apart under her fingertips and might never be able to feel whole again without her by my side because a part of me will forever be hers.
I woke up to her redrawing my tattoos with her fingers. The first thing I heard was her now raspy voice saying "This is beautiful", as she discovered the tattoo on my back. I explained it to her, but I didn't feel like talking about all the things that happened in the past of my people. So I asked her: "Can we talk about something else?" I just earned a grin. "We don't have to talk at all..." I chuckled lightly and moved over to kiss her. Once again, my world fell apart with her and yet I've never felt so complete before.
When I woke up, she was gone. My clothes were still lying next to my bed. I got dresses hastily and started looking for her. Suddenly I heard her voice and gun shots and started running. The next thing I felt was a sharp pain in my abdomen and the last thing I remember were the words "I love you, Clarke" leaving my lips.