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The commander wasn't sure how long they had been kissing, only that the blonde's lips were insistent, nipping and licking at her own when they parted for air. She was also unsure of how she got backed up against the table, though she didn't mind. Clarke's hands were everywhere, her face, her hair, or tugging at her clothes and it was making Lexa feel almost dizzy. She decided to take back control and Clarke felt herself being lifted, instinctively wrapping her legs around the grounder's lithe body. As Lexa walks them towards the bedroll, Clarke is amazed at the brunette's strength, she was carrying her as if she weighed nothing.
She set Clarke down on her feet, pinning her to the spot with her gaze and kissed along the blonde's jaw and neck. A breathy moan bubbles up from Clarke's throat and Lexa takes the opportunity to hook her leg behind the blonde's and bring them both to the floor. The blonde lands on her back, her fall cushioned by the commander's bedroll and she watches as Lexa shrugs off her coat and shirt, smirking at the blonde when she catches her staring. She covered Clarke's body with her own, arching into Clarke's hands as she ran them down the taut muscles of her back.
"Move with me." Lexa breathed as she lifted Clarke up to remove her shirt and bra, eyes scanning over the newly exposed skin. The grounder undid the bindings on her chest and groaned at the first contact of their skin. She ran her hands over Clarke slowly, mapping out the contours of her body and learning all of the spots that made the blonde squirm beneath her or fill her ears with the sound of her delicious moans.
Clarke felt Lexa's hands touching her everywhere, working her into a frenzy and setting her skin on fire. The grounder had her face buried in the blonde's neck as she unclasped her jeans and worked them down her legs. Her eyes were wide as she looked at Clarke, almost as if she couldn't believe what was happening.
"Yu slip daun kom." Clarke had been learning Trigedasleng, but Lexa's words were lost on her, she decided not to ask what it meant. Lexa covered Clarke's body with her own, bringing their mouths back together hungrily, invading the blonde's mouth with her tongue.
"Leksa, beja." The commander's body went rigid when she heard her native tongue fall from the sky girl's lips. Her eyes fixed on Clarke's as her hand trailed up the blonde's leg before cupping her sex fully. She asked a silent question that Clarke answered by grinding on her hand, the grounder moaning at the copious wetness she found.
Lexa wasted no time teasing the blonde, entering her with two fingers and letting her set a steady rhythm and watching how her body writhed beneath her. Her head was thrown back with a hand in her hair and the other gripping Lexa's back tightly and her eyes were screwed shut as she filled the tent with breathy moans and curses. Lexa lifted Clarke into her lap, resting on the balls of her feet and supporting the sky girl with her free arm, never breaking the steady rhythm of her hand. Clarke cried out, Lexa deeper inside of her than she thought possible as she clawed at the commander's back. Lexa hissed in return, knowing the skin was broken, feeling the blood run down her back but not stopping. The blonde felt her release building as Lexa pounded into her mercilessly, her moans coming in a constant stream.
"Chek ai au. Look at me, Clarke." Blue eyes met green as Clarke's release tore through her, Lexa's name falling from her lips among a slew of curses. Her nails dug into the brunette's scalp and forced their mouths together as she bucked against her. Lexa slows but does not stop her movements inside of the blonde. Clarke barely had time to catch her breath before she felt another orgasm rip through her, making her body go rigid in the commander's arms.
Her mouth opened in a silent scream and she went slack, Lexa laid her down on the bedroll and held her from behind. Clarke relaxed into the unexpected embrace and hummed when she felt long fingers tracing patterns on her abdomen. She rolled over and faced the brunette looking for any sign of regret and finding none, she traced the lines of Lexa's face intently. The commander closed her eyes, her steady breathing becoming shallow under the blonde's gentle touch. Clarke rolled on top of Lexa, loving the surprised look on her face as she pulled the grounder's pants down her legs.
Lexa's body was pure perfection, hard muscle encased in soft skin marred by battle scars. Clarke took her time tracing each scar and kissing it, cleansing the pain of the past with her lips. Lexa's breathy moans are quiet, but they resonate in Clarke's ears as if she were screaming. She revels in Lexa's wide eyed-open mouthed gaze as she descends on her center. Clarke licked her softly, enough to get the brunette rocking against her mouth, but not where she wanted her.
Lexa was whispering words that Clarke could only assume were curses in her native tongue, one hand in her hair and the other holding Clarke's head to her. The blonde crawled over Lexa, not missing the almost pout on her lips at the loss of contact. The pout was quickly replaced by her own hand to keep her from crying out as Clarke's fingers worked their way inside of her. Even with Costia, it was never like this. Lexa felt as if she was being torn apart, she had no control over her body as her insides screamed for release and her lungs burned from lack of air.
"Breathe, Lexa." Her green eyes opened and bore into Clarke's as she held her face in both of her hands and was overcome by her orgasm. She held Clarke's gaze and a single tear rolled down her face as she relaxed in Clarke's arms.
They remained tangled in each other until the first rays of light came streaming through the tent. Lexa immediately began strapping on her armor. Clare opened her eyes, awakened by the sound of the commander moving around the tent.
"We must get ready, Clarke. The army is waiting for us to lead it." Clarke began to put on her clothes when Lexa stopped her "You will need more protection than those clothes can provide. I had some armor made for you, put it on quickly."
The pieces were nearly identical to the ones Lexa wore herself and Clarke couldn't help but smile to herself at the thought of Lexa being concerned about her. The blonde quickly strapped the armor one and secured her gun at her hip. Looking at Lexa who was carefully applying her signature warpaint, she became captivated by the simple, sweeping gestures.
"Let's go." She snapped out of the trance and followed the commander closely. She was greeted by the sight of an army, over 1,000, cheering for their Heda. They were more than ready to settle the score with the mountain men and reclaim their people.
Lexa took her rightful place at the head of the army, Clarke at her right and Lincoln close behind. They moved about the woods with absolute silence, waiting for Raven's signal that the power was down. They waited behind cover near the impossibly large door they would have to blow open to get inside, knowing that at any moment they would have to be ready to move, the window for the backup generator to kick on and re-engage the locking mechanism was only a minute. If the generator powered on before they could get the door open, they would have no other way inside and all of their people would die. The signal came over the radio after what seemed like hours and Lexa joined Clarke in pressing the detonator to blow the lock. Nothing. One of the Sky People moved to hit the detonator manually, but had to return to cover as a rain of bullets sprayed down on them.
Six of the grounder's attempted to shield the man getting to the door, only for one of them to catch a bullet in the leg. Lexa watched in horror as they dropped one by one, riddled with bullets.
"Clarke, we're never going to get near that door with those gunners on the ridge." Her normally cold eyes were frantic, seemingly begging for Clarke to have a plan. Before either of them could act, Lincoln hit the bomb with a flaming arrow and blew the door. Lexa whispered orders in Trigedasleng to her men and they moved towards the ridge, silent and shrouded in darkness. Lincoln started to follow when the commander pulled him back down.
"Ste raun Klok. Protect her. I will return." With that she turned and followed her men on the ridge. Those that were left set out pulling open the massive steel door, the gunners above either dead or too preoccupied with the grounders to notice them. Just as the door was being opened a loud voice rang through the air.
"Nou! Pul we!" It was Lexa and Emerson? Being followed by only a few grounders. What the hell happened up there? Lexa approached Clarke, covered in blood, though she was unsure whose blood it was.
"Lexa, what is this?" The commander remained stoic, but something behind her eyes was sad. "What you would have done. I saved my people." Clarke felt her insides go cold and bile rise in her throat at the implications of the commander's words. Just then, grounders began filtering out of the fortress, joining the army behind Lexa.
"Where are my people?" Clarke's face began to crack as she came to the realization that her people were still trapped inside. "I'm sorry, Clarke. They weren't part of the deal." Just then Lincoln approached looking between the two women questionably. "What is this?" Clarke spoke before Lexa got the chance. "You're commander has made a deal." The grounder's brow furrowed. "What about the sky people?" A grim realization came over Clarke.
"They'll be killed. But you don't care about that do you? The commander kept her composure, but her voice conveyed her feelings of guilt. "I do care, Clarke. I made this decision with my head, not my heart. May we meet again." Then she turned without another glance back, Emerson assured her she made the right decision. As the army began to pull back, Lincoln tried to stay with the sky people, but Lexa ordered two grounders to subdue him, but Lexa made it clear that her end of the deal included her entire army pulling out of the area. Clarke watched hopelessly as they marched into the night, not quite believing what just happened.
The people of the Ark were trying to get her to leave, it's over they kept saying. The words just didn't register. There was no way in hell she was just going to leave her people to die inside the mountain. She shuddered to think of what the mountain men would do if they actually got all of their people on the ground, none of them would be safe. Determination rose inside of her as she gripped the gun at her side, staring at the now closed door.
"It can't be over."