"C'mon! Is this all? Is this your best?" another strong fist came on her face. Her lip was bleeding.

"You are a stupid child Lexa. That's not enough." Anya said, continuing to hit Lexa's body now on the ground.

The people around could not stop laughing , making fun of her. Each laugh was a stab to her heart, she had never felt so humiliated.

"Kill her!" a big and tall man screamed in the background.

"And do you want to be my second?" the commander said disgusted. "This will never happen!" Anya spat on her face, making the sign of retreat and walking away.

"You are a piece of shit. How can I love you? You are so weak and …I can't find words to describe how much you make me sick." Clarke threw her necklace of cloth on the ground, that was a Lexa's gift. "I won't be anymore with a loser like you. Never."

"Clarke please, don't leave me. I'm nothing without you." She whispered with the little breath she had, but the blonde one was already walked away.

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhh" Lexa awoke suddenly. Every single piece of her skin was trembled. She looked around and realized to be exactly in her room.

The moonlight just penetrated the window illuminating her face. She was completely surrounded by silence, except for the items in the distance, probably some guards were trying to stay awake during their turn.

Now it was days that she had always the same dream. Actually a part really happened, when she was young. Before starting her training as a commander. She could never forget the pain and the shame of that day. The way she felt helpless.

But the thing that hurted her the most was the figure of Clarke walking away from her. The person that she loved. The only person who made her alive. Who made her feel something. She would never allow her to leave. Never again because now she was her world. No more lies. No more betrayals. Even to save her people. Because she was alive thanks to her, and that was enough.

Thinking about that stuff, Lexa did not notice fix the naked body of the blonde at her side. It could not look more beautiful illuminated by the rays of the moon. Her back was so smooth and she could see the muscles of the shoulders just contracts. She could not stop looking at her, never.

The last woman with she had made love was Costia. Many years ago and now, with Clarke it was all so different. At the same time it was special as the first time. She didn't know how she felt. But It was good. That was for sure.

After a long while she noticed the cold stone of the wall and with a small movement she tried to lay down again whitout making a sound, but Clarke seemed to notice and slowly turned to Lexa, awake now.

"Hey, what's happening?" She asked gently. "Why are you awake?"

"Uhm, bad dreams." The commander said shoal.

"What kind of dreams?"

"Nothing. Just stupid dreams… "

"Ouh, okay…" she said sadly, feeling that something was wrong.

"Clarke…"

"Yes?"

"Can you go back to sleep?"

"Why?"

"I love the way you sleep. Your face looks so relaxed. You calm me." Lexa could watch her sleep forever without getting tired. Like ever.

Clarke seemed surprised by those words. Lexa usually was not so sweet, especially in front of others.

But when they were alone, she was hers, she almost seemed to be another person. But Clarke knew that was the same Lexa ,only with a mask.

The blonde slowly approached her hands to her face, touching it so sweetly that Lexa's breathing stopped. Clarke closed her eyes, holding her breath and trying to save in her own mind every stretch of her perfect face. Every wrinkle of her skin. She loved Lexa's face without war paints, she seemed so pure and younger.

She touched her lips with just a finger, hearing on it her warm breath. Lexa closed her eyes too.

"What are you doing?" she whispered.

"Shhhh…"

Clarke leaned forward slightly, placing her lips on hers. The commander returned the kiss slowly, enjoying every single emotion that the kiss caused in her. How their lips overlapped to perfection.

The blonde one opened her mouth and Lexa didn't think two times to deepen that contact.

They broke away only when oxygen was starting to miss.

"I think that I-" Clarke paused.

Lexa was confused, she had no idea what Clarke was going to say.

"What is this?" she said at last, noticed a scar on her chest.

Lexa pulled up, but that movement was hard to make because Clarke sat on her.

"This? I made it when I was a child."

"How?"

"My father beat me. It was summer and I wanted play so bad with his sword, so he lost his patience and hit me. I screamed and he threatened me to make silence, took his sword pointing it on my chest… and this is the result." She smiled sadly.

"I'm sorry I didn't know.."

"It's okay. He is gone." Lexa said smiling at her.

Clarke looked down, staring at the scar and touching it with a soft movement.

"Promise me that you will never walk away from me.." She said suddenly. Lexa's words seemed almost a pray. At that time she felt so insecure and she did not know why. That were months they were together. Months that Clarke was hers.

"Lexa I could never do this to you." She admitted.

"Why? I betrayed you when you needed me the most. I'm wrong Clarke, I killed so many people. People around me always die. You must be miles away from me. Why are you still here?"

"Don't you see that?" Clarke moved away slightly, her gaze was hard, but Lexa noted the tears in it.

"What?"

"I'm in love with you."

Lexa's heart lost a beat.

"How is this possible?"

"Oh great!" Clarke rose from the bed, wearing her pants, but Lexa stopped her just in time, holding wrist.

"Okay.. I'm sorry, this is not the job for me. I'm not so good with feelings or other of this stuff." She tried to turn her with success.

"I love you, Lexa." A tear walked on her face. "I've tried not to, but I just can't. That's crazy I know, but I love all about you. I always did. I love the way you secretly smile to me. I love your green eyes. I love the small crack that forms at the corner of your eyes everytime you are angry. I love the way you take your sword. I love the tone of your voice. I love the way you are so cold, but when you are with me you are not like that anymore. This makes me special. I love you, this is the reason why I'm still here. Not me. You. And at first I hated myself for this because the major reasons of my pain was you. And I've never thought that I could fell for a person like you. But this is the truth and I can't fight against me because at the end, however I don't want it….I'm yours."

Lexa's eyes widened. Her body moved suddenly, almost as if she was not the one who control it.

She kissed Clarke with passion, as if she wanted to make her feel the reality. Words weren't enough to prove her love, but she needed to say that three words at least once: "I love you." Lexa kissed her again, caressing every line of her body.

"Please…" the blonde whispered under her touch.

The commander nodded, loosing again the button of the trousers.

"I won't belong to anybody, except you." She paused , mirroring in her blue eyes. "Never." She said before losing in her, again and again.

Slayer's corner: written during the night. What do you think guys? Kisses.