The Commander walked around the war table, eyeing the miniature figurines that made up a very tiny Polis and it surroundings. With her fingers, she grazed the small replicas of the tower and its adjacent buildings in deep contemplation. The brunette was strategizing, mostly to herself, as the 13 ambassadors quietly watched from their positions. The war between the united clans and the Ice Nation was on the precipice of a full on attack and the coalition's defensive measures and counter attacks were being hatched out. Lexa made very little eye contact, barely acknowledging any of the ambassadors. To their naked eyes, the Commander was in total concentration, a deep focus that she could not be bothered. Unbeknownst to them, that couldn't have been anymore further from the truth.

There was a war already raging, a battle that had being fought every day without respite. One of wills, one of restraint, one of total self denial. And one that was currently happening before their very eyes.

Wanheda, the Commander of Death, stood a distance away close to the door. She could see all that was happening, was very much a part of the meeting, but still, she kept herself at a distance. It was to the point that she had to physically allow herself some space. Clarke didn't know how much longer she could last. Currently though, she was burning a hole through the brunette before her with her eyes, her gaze never leaving the Commander once. Her lips were moist, her tongue swirled inside her mouth, licking the inside of her lips. Clarke kept her eyes trained on the Commander, letting her gaze fall onto the brunette's body, roaming every inch. She knew Lexa could feel her watching and she loved it. Half because she loved the thrill of getting underneath the Commander's skin, especially in front of the unsuspecting ambassadors, and half because she simply had no control anymore.

Lexa felt the heat of the blonde's gaze. She cleared her throat, loosening the collar around her neck that suddenly felt as if it had her in a chokehold. Suddenly she felt caged, restricted, as if she were being denied the basic of needs. In this case, her basic needs were just a few feet away and wearing clothes that she wanted to rip off right then and there.

She came to a stop, analyzing the table again, but making the mistake of glancing up and finding intense blues staring right back at her. It was a moment, the briefest of pauses. And in her eyes, in that half a second, she saw a thousand nights, her named being screamed a thousand times from a blonde head of hair. Simultaneously, as Clarke held Lexa's gaze, she saw the same. She saw herself, no.. felt herself lose all control underneath the Commander. She could see herself writhing, aching, begging..

Lexa had made every last effort not to make anymore eye contact with the blonde the entire time. It was too dangerous. Both of them were hanging from that last thread of restraint and they were down to their last ounce of fight within them. They were just about ready to explode. They had been worn down already, days and days of struggling to keep their composure, to not give into their carnal desires. Neither knew how much fight they had left in them.

The Commander, after some time of instructing and detailing their war plans, mostly basic strategy because her mind could not function even remotely properly with the blonde seductress eyeing her the way she was, dismissed the council. It was enough already. The heat between them was at its tipping point and she knew that neither one of them could bear it any longer.

Clarke made a beeline to her room. Although fairly paced, not to bring any unwanted attention, she zoomed in and shut the door as quickly as she entered into her room. She closed the door a little harder than she wanted which frustrated her even more. The blonde kept her stride as she walked straight to the furthest wall and gripped the rough stone.

Then, she sensed it. Even before it happened, she knew. Clarke turned around immediately to see the Commander swing the door open in lightning speed, almost taking it off its hinges, and throwing it shut. Lexa ran to her and all but slammed her body into hers, as Clarke threw her arms around the brunette.

"Why must you torture me Clarke…" Lexa hotly breathed out against the blonde's neck, lips and teeth lightly grazing soft skin.

"Lexa…" the blonde ran her hands through Lexa's hair, pushing her face into her neck.

"You know what you do to me.." The Commander nuzzled further into Clarke's willing embrace.

Clarke knew what she was doing. She loved adding fuel to the fire. She loved pushing and pushing Lexa to the edge. But that was a dangerous game to play because she always got lost in it too.

"Lexa please…" Clarke stood still as the Commander lightly pushed her body onto hers.

"Please what…"

She wanted to hear it. Whatever it was, she would do right then and there. But she wanted to hear Clarke say it, she wanted to hear her tell her to take her.

The blonde goddess let out a breathy whisper. "Please.." she grabbed Lexa's hands and ran them over her body.." touch me..."

Lexa let out a shuddering breath as she aggressively touched and roamed Clarke's body with her hands. She kneaded everything she could grab onto. She could hear the blonde's soft moaning, invading all her senses tenfold. And she began to sink into them.

"Clarke... why do we do this... why must we live in torment… when we want to… when our bodies need to…" The Commander needed her lips then and there. She couldn't go another moment with them, as she let her lips skim the blonde's, feeling her breath hit her own.

They both wanted it. Needed it. Fucking craved it. But neither could give in. Not just yet. Out if duty. Out of what was right. Maybe both. Maybe neither. Maybe it was something else.

"I'm scared…"

"Of what…" Lexa, concerned, still could not bring herself to stop, lips lightly running over Clarke's neck again.

"I… I don't know…" But she knew. She was scared to say it though, not for Lexa's reaction, but for not quite understanding it herself.

"Losing myself… in you.. in this.. in us.."

Though she was totally lost in Clarke and Clarke's body, her mind did register what Clarke said. She needed no further explanation. She understood. The fear of losing oneself, in giving yourself completely to another, and in the most raw and intimate way between two people. But what the blonde didn't know was that she was scared as well.

"Clarke.. I'm afraid too…"

The blonde shifted a bit as she heard Lexa's words. "Afraid of what.."

Clarke gripped onto Lexa tighter, as she felt the Commander begin to nibble on her ear.

"I…. I want to do… these things.."she shuddered as she ran her hands all over Clarke's body," so many things Clarke."

The blonde shivered in delight.

"What things… tell me…"

"Clarke…" Lexa couldn't stand it any longer. It was a warning. A warning that Clarke was too close, way too close. And that she might not like what she had to say. She planted her face in her chest, nuzzling in between as her teeth bit down on the fabric of her bra, tugging at it slightly. She felt her head move along with Clarke's heavy panting.

"Lexa.. tell me.."

"Clarke.. I want to do so many things to you… things I've never even dreamt of doing.." She raked her nails over the blonde's abs. "I want to take you in unimaginable ways... "

Lexa didn't how much longer she could hold back. Talking about it didn't help. Having Clarke's body flush against hers didn't help either. She thirsted, she hungered for the blonde. Her resolve was almost spent.

And then, she heard something she didn't expect to hear.

"So do them."

As quickly as the words left Clarke's mouth, Lexa turned the blonde over against the wall. She gripped it, as she was ready to let Lexa have her way with her. The Commander dropped to her knees, slowly eyeing Clarke's body all the way up to her eyes. She then lifted her shirt up to edge of her bindings and licked from just over the waistline of her pants to the hem of her now lifted shirt and palmed her breasts roughly.

But suddenly Clarke felt her own desire well up inside. She brought Lexa back up to her feet and she raised her right leg, hooking it around the brunette's waist, and grinded herself on Lexa's stomach as the brunette grabbed her from behind and guided her rear more and more into her. They locked eyes and saw the animal magnetism being unleashed and they wanted so much more.

They twisted and spun around, each trying to overtake the other. Lexa was able to win the struggle as she pushed Clarke onto the sofa arm and roughly bent her over. Without thinking, she lifted the shirt off her back and ran her tongue and mouth over her spine. It sent an earth shattering shiver all throughout the blonde's body that caused her to jump backwards back into Lexa. It made the brunette spin her again causing Clarke's body to hit the round table in front of the couch, sending the cache of candles toppling to the floor. Both sets of eyes landed on the heap of candles strewn over the floor when they slowly made their way back up to their own.

As they looked into each other's eyes, while seconds ticked away, it suddenly became their sobering moment. Lexa blew out a breath, trying to calm herself before she slowly untangled herself from Clarke's arms and stepped back. Clarke did the same as she panted away, her breaths slowly regaining a steady rhythm.

It was close. Too close. They couldn't explain it to themselves but they both knew, in that instance, that this wasn't the time, their time.

The brunette felt the room getting smaller and she couldn't get out of there fast enough as she began to make her way towards the door. She glanced back to the blonde before she opened it, no words were said. None were needed. It was an unsaid understanding. It would happen, someday... eventually.

It wasn't about sex, taking that next step. It was about losing themselves in it. And they were both terrified.

"Clarke…" Lexa breathed out, nodding unspoken words, ones she knew Clarke already knew.

"Commander…" the blonde reciprocated.

Another long second passed between them before Lexa opened the door and walked out. Clarke exhaled loudly, finally able to breathe properly. She walked over to the sofa and plopped herself down. Shaking her head, she knew this was only going to get worse. She chuckled to herself, mouth turning up to a slight smirk. It wasn't going to be too much longer until they gave in, until they set the world on fire. And when they finally did… well, she felt herself getting moist thinking about it.

Until next time.