Lexa had been avoiding the Skaikru's leader for a week now, or Clarke as she's recently discovered, a name which rolls off her tongue far too easily. She had sent Anya in her place with Indra and Gustus along with several other trusted warriors to determine whether the Skaikru were able to turn reapers back. Word had spread like wildfire in the surrounding camps and everyone was waiting with a baited breath to see whether it was true or not, and Lexa was amongst them.
Lexa had informed her guards to let the three in her chamber as soon as they returned to camp which according to the candle mark on the centre table, should be any time now. Unable to stay seated, Lexa found herself wandering around her room, sorting out the bedsheets, brushing her hair and occasionally reshuffling her furniture. Feeling slightly less restless, she looked down to her attire, only now just realising that a nightgown with a split in the side was not something the Commander should wear in the presence of others. Striding over to the bedroom doors, she flung one open, "do not let Indra or Gustus in, Just Anya" she requested, shutting them without waiting for an answer. Maybe it wasn't something she should wear infront of others, but Anya was family and truthfully, she couldn't be bothered changing into her Commander gear this late at night.
It wasn't long before Lexa had become restless again. Looking back, she should have taken up her hand maidens offer of a bath, but it was too late now. Where was Anya? The candle marks were getting less and less, indicating just how late at night it was. How much more could she possibly do before Anya turned up? She had moved her chairs forward and back, left and right, only to return them to their original position. She had shaken her bedsheets, airing them out before tucking them back in, only to repeat the process moments later.
Picking up a discarded hairbrush, she figured she could pass the time with some good old fashioned grooming, running her fingers through her hair she cringed at how long it had been since she paid it some attention. Bringing the thick brown locks over one shoulder, she brushed through the knots, stroking it as it trailed across her shoulder and down her chest. It was getting longer these days which she was happy about, with this new length Gustus could easily try out some new braiding designs.
She knew it wasn't much, but her hair was something that the previous Commanders had no control over. Her life had been planned out for her, living by rules and regulations, by the mistakes of others and the pedestal that she was placed upon by her subjects. Her clothes were The Commanders clothes, her words were chosen by the visions that came to her in her slumber or her trusted advisor, but her hair, her hair was her own.
She felt herself smiling at the thought, something that was rare these days for her, she couldn't remember the last time she felt at ease. Had she ever felt light and free? She knew the answer to that question straight away, sadly.
"Joka best be awake, making me report at this time."
Lexa smiled and Anya's thoughts, it wasn't that late at night, and she knew for a fact that Anya was used to the late nights so she could deal with it. She could hear footsteps and voices grow closer and closer. Brushing her hair one last time, she stood facing the door, elegance and grace flowing from her.
"Lexa?" Anya called out as she opened the door to her bedroom without knocking first. Lexa rolled her eyes gently, reminding herself that Anya was never one for manners and never will be.
"If you can be patient for 2 minutes before you barge through my door, you would see that yes, I am very much awake." Lexa turned around, placing her hair brush on the bedside table.
"Good, you have company." Company? She specifically told her guards that only Anya was allowed in, and she wasn't expecting anyone else, was she?
"Woah, this is the Commanders room?"
The sound grounded Lexa to the floor, no, it can't be, Anya wouldn't do this to her.
She paused her own thoughts, Anya totally would do this to her.
"Check out the size of that bed!"
Lexa felt herself smiling again, girl had good taste if she could appreciate her bed. She was just about to turn around and greet her new guest when another thought stopped her in her tracks.
"Holy shit, Commander? Is that the Commander?"
Although Lexa couldn't fully understand her Skeikru's language, judging from the tone, she knew what she said hadn't been a bad thing, her smile broadened as she spun around, "good evening Clarke. I wasn't been expecting any visitors so I apologise for my attire." She finished off sending a quick glare to Anya who up until this point, was thoroughly enjoying watching both leaders flounder around each other.
"I.. er.. its alright, honestly, you look great!" Clarke blanched, "I mean fine, you look fine."
Lexa ducked her head in an attempt to hide the small blush that was threatening to rise whilst she walked over to the seating area, "please, sit."
"Anya, I assume with our current company that Lincoln is alive and well?" If he wasn't, the blonde wouldn't be sitting with them, complimenting Lexa's choice of furniture. She raised her eyebrow at the fellow brunette who finally had the decency to look a little guilty.
"Yes, it worked, and Lexa, you should have seen it." Anya sat on the edge of her chair, leaning on her knees as she failed to contain her excitement, "it was a right show, couldn't have written it better myself!"
Clarke smiled shyly at Anya's words which irked Lexa, she was not above jealousy and right now, that's exactly what she was feeling.
"We do not need theatrics here, Clarke. We need trust, actions that follow the promised by the leaders of the clans. Do you think we take this lightly?" Lexa stood up, ignoring the breeze that left goosebumps up her legs as the split in her dress revealed far more than she was ready to.
"Chil au, Heda, she didn't mean anything by it."
Lexa's head spun round, glaring at Anya, she walked to the dresser and lit some more candles, they always calmed her down.
"No! No! I'm sorry! I didn't.. I don't.." Clarke paused, "I'm sorry." Lexa felt a stab of guilt at Clarkes apology
"Shit, Clarke, pull yourself together."
"Very well, Clarke. Now that you have proved that you have the means and the skills required to undo the Maunon's work, what do you want?" Lexa sat back down facing Clarke, her back rigid and stern, her face void of any emotion.
"Leg, shit, look at that leg."
Lexa coughed, again looking down to avoid any detection of the rising blush, her eyes widened slightly when she realised that the slit in her dressing gown had opened as she sat down, revealing her soft, moonlit ridden thigh. She quickly pulled the material across her legs, shuffling to make it look like she was simply getting comfy on her chair. She looked up, ignoring Anya's smirk as she settled on Clarke, her eyebrows raising as she saw where Clarke's gaze was fixated.
"Clarke.." Lexa prompted.
"Fuck, sorry, what was the question?"
Angered, Lexa once again stood up, motioning Anya to follow suit, "You are wasting my time here, Clarke. If you do not take this seriously then I suggest you leave."
"Seriously? Could I fuck this up any more?"
Lexa walked over to her door and pulled one open.
"No! Wait! Please!" Clarke stood up, taking fewer steps to where Lexa was standing, "I'm sorry, I'm tired from the journey, I'm distracted, but I want to be here, I do."
Lexa gripped the door harder, understanding that Clarke was distracted, she had heard that much. What she didn't want to admit to anyone just quite yet was that she was also distracted by Clarke's thoughts, next time she vowed to herself to cover up in Clarke's company, for the sake of both of them.
"I understand." She turned to her friend, "Anya? Will you please show Clarke to the guest chamber, the room is hers for however long she needs, please see that all demands are met." She looked back over at Clarke for the last time that night, "I hope it is to your liking, please help yourself to any amenities and clothing. I shall send word for when I am free to meet."
Clarke smiled at Lexa, who had still yet to drop her expressionless face, as she walked past following Anya down the dark hallway "thank you Commander, good night."
"Good night, Clarke kom Skaikru." Lexa gently replied. She took a deep breath, feeling like she was finally able to breathe for the first time as she closed the door. What the hell was all that about? Lexa cursed herself, why was she letting this blonde get to her so much? It wasn't the first time Lexa had been around such beauty before, nor around someone she was so intrigued by, so surely she could handle someone who was both.
She thought she could anyway,
Sighing at her lack of answers, she blew out the candles on the centre table before climbing into bed. She knew she should have blown out the rest, but she needed all the help she could get tonight when it came to relaxation.
She melted into the furs, wrapping herself up before she sighed again, this time in content.
It didn't take long before she felt sleep wash over her, basking in the lightness as she started to doze off.
"Fuck, Commander.."
No. No, it can't be, Anya wouldn't do this to her, out of all the guest chambers she had, she wouldn't put Clarke in the room directly below her own.
She paused her own thoughts, Anya totally would do this to her.