Authors Note: Sorry for any grammar mistakes, errors and misspelled words.

Before I enter to Clarkes cambers, I instruct for the two guards to be dismissed and let Indra guard the door for the time being.

Guards: Yes, heda.

After they leave my sight Indra looks at me.

Indra: Heda, I do not mean to insult your decision making on this but are you certain Wanheda won't try to kill you?

Lexa: Indra.

I glare at her for a moment trying to indicate for her not to question my actions. She only then nods, not saying one more word.

Lexa: I will call out if needed but I highly doubt it will be necessary. Anything your ears hear does not leave your mouth, understood?

Indra: Yes, heda.

I proceed to open the door, pushing through as I enter. It closes behind me with a thud and as the noise reaches my ears I am met with a knife to my throat along with lingering blue eyes.

This is the second time Clarke has caught me off guard. But I do not show any signs of fear nor I do intend to fight back. I see her hesitate almost as if she's fighting with herself on whether or not to put a slash through my neck. I stare at her intensely trying to make eye contact. But she does not look back, her eyes are focused on the knife pressed into me. I push myself forward more into the knife, indicating for her to get it over and done with if she's going to do this. She sees this and I see her features become confused and sadden. She proceeds to push me back with her arm that is now located on my chest which is connected to her wrist that holds the weapon of choice. All I can do is stare at her beautiful blue eyes and what I can see of her features. I follow her eyes as I notice they are no longer looking at the knife, also noticing that she has lighten the weight of pinning me. Her eyes are now looking directly onto my lips. A fire bursts within me that I have not felt since we first kissed. I could easily maneuver myself out of this hold but I stay for I do not know when I will ever have Clarke this close to me again. I try to make out the words that are her name but my mouth decides to stay shut. I fight against it and as I am about to say her name she throws the knife behind her making it land with a gently clang of a sound. Her hand falls on my chest as I try to follow the sound on where it could've of landed. I feel the heat of Clarke's stare starting to burn me. I look back towards her and am met with her eyes on my own now. Blue battles green. Both of us hold the stare of anger, despair, wanting, needing, missing.

Lexa: Clarke..

I say such small that I know it came out as whisper that only she could hear.

Clarke: Lexa..

She whispers too.

Lips suddenly touch mine, and my eyes shut instantly. Relaxing into these familiar lips that I've only ever kissed once a time ago. I deepened the kiss knowing she could pull back at any given moment. I enjoy it as much as I can for I do not expect for her to continue it any longer. To my surprise she deepened it even more which just sets off the fire within me more than ever before. I place my hands on her hips, pulling her forward on to me and she allows it gladly. I spin us around and push her back into the wall that was located not so far behind her. This causing a little room for air to be available but air is not what was needed, it was Clarke that I needed. I crash my lips on to her once more, kissing her in the most passionate way I could. Telling her that I love her through my lips.

Clarke then slightly pulls away making herself look up while trying to catch her breath. I take this chance to gently place a feather like kiss below her jaw line. This action causes her to let out a whimper, which makes me tighten my hold on her hips. I leave a trail of these kisses up until I get close to the heap of her neck. Feeling her wither under my touch in fumes me to suck on her pulse point. She moans lovely into my ear making me suck harder. I feel her hands move up towards my elbows and passing them, stopping midway on both upper muscles that my arms have obtained since I went into command. I bite down on the same spot that I was solely sucking on causing her to grip my arms, digging her nails into me. She moans once again, louder than the last. How this was music to my ears, and I was willing do anything to hear her moan again. I kiss my way down towards what was allowed of her breasts. My cheek meets the cloth from the piece of clothing Clarke was wearing. Not being able to go any further I suck on there as well. Leaving my mark to remind her I truly do want her. As I am about to move to the left to do the same to the other breast my neck is met with five fingers tips and a grip that left my right upper arm empty.

I look up instantly realizing that I am being choked. I cannot breathe nor move only stare surprisingly at Clarke. She then tightens her grip on my neck even more and spins us around to where my back was now against the wall. She stares at me intensely with what I call a death stare. Blue defeats green. I move and place my hand on her wrist to try to push it away at least a bit but she does not budge. She comes closer to me, inches from my lips and stares directly into my eyes.

Clarke: Love is weakness, heda.

She then let's go of the grip she had on my neck and steps back. I place my hand around my neck trying to catch my breath. When I catch it, I look at Clarke. Trying to recall what I did to deserve that. She just stares at me with a death stare, showing no emotion what so ever.

Clarke: Leave.

She says sternly. She looks at my eyes once more with daggers and turns around to walk away towards to what seemed to be her personal quarter. I do not say anything but do what I was told. I become confused, angered, sadden and most of all hurt. I push both doors open and I am faced by a worried looked Indra.

Lexa: Make sure Wanheda does not leave her camber.

I order, trying to sound as commanded as I could but I know my voice failed me for it was shaken.

Indra: Yes, heda.

I walk fast out of Indra's sight and head towards my cambers. Replaying everything in my head, this is the third time Clarke has caught me off guard. What did I do to deserve this? Then I recall this could've been part of Clarke's pay back for when I left her at the mountain. My heart breaks at the thought of what just happened meant nothing for Clarke merely just to say "fuck you" to me. I deserved this. She was right on all counts to do this to me, especially in saying that love is weakness.

Clarke is surely my weakness and My heart will forever be her prisoner.