As Lexa pulled her '67 black Camaro onto her driveway, parking next to Clarke's red Prius, she couldn't remember not feeling content with her life. And it was all thanks to Clarke. She exited her car with a grin and practically ran to the front door, opening it and letting her presence known. When she didn't receive a reply, she went into ninja mode. If there was one thing the Division has taught her, it's knowing how not to make a sound. She ever so carefully treaded down the hallway, peeking through the first door on her left which led to the living room. No luck there, so she carried on to the kitchen. Still nothing. Having a feeling of where Clarke may be, Lexa decided to head upstairs.

Once she reached the top, carefully avoiding the creaky steps, she made her way to the last door, which of course was closed. She gently opened the door, revealing her beautiful girlfriend, obviously in her own artistic bubble as she attacked a canvas with various paints.

Lexa had converted the spare bedroom in their house into an art studio, so Clarke had her own space she could get creative in. She was clearly in her own world, as she had yet to realize Lexa's presence in the room. Lexa took advantage of this, and snuck up behind the blonde, encasing her in a tight embrace. Clarke flinched at first, but then relaxed after recognising that scent that was so Lexa.

"Hey you" Lexa whispered into Clarke's ear.

"Hi stranger" Clarke replied, whilst tilting her head to the right, inviting Lexa to kiss her. The kiss was sweet and caring, much like their love for one another.

"I missed you this morning, babe" Clarke breathed out in between kissing the brunette.

"Trust me, I missed you more" Lexa's reply was shaky, which did not go unmissed by Clarke.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Clarke asked.

"Nothing" Lexa replied, whilst avoiding Clarke's now penetrating stare. Clarke grabbed Lexa's face in her hands, forcing the brunette to look into those sky blue eyes.

"Don't do that Lexa, we promised we would be completely honest with each other, remember? Now tell me what's wrong" Lexa's breath caught in her throat as Clarke forced those blue orbs onto her glazed over green ones. Those goddamn blue eyes, she thought to herself. There was no way she could run now.

"I just don't know what I would do without you, Clarke. You are everything to me. I can't lose you" Lexa whispered. She was being completely honest. It had been playing on her mind for the past few weeks. Perhaps it was her dangerous job or the fact that Clarke had yet to find out exactly what it was that Lexa did for a living. Clarke was aware that the brunette worked for a company called The Division, however Lexa had simply missed out the secret agent part.

"I am not going anywhere, and I will never leave you, even if you want me to. I won't. I love you so much, Lexa" Clarke stated firmly. Lexa was totally under the spell of Clarke and her eyes. No words could escape from her mouth, so she simply nodded in response. Clarke could tell Lexa was at a loss for words, so instead of pushing further, she pulled her in for a passionate kiss. It was an unspoken promise to one another, that they would never leave, and they would love each other for as long as they were able.

Things between them became heated as the kiss seemed to never end. Lexa brought her right hand behind Clarke's neck to pull her as close as she could, whilst her left hand rested on the blonde's lower back. Clarke took this chance to wrap her legs around Lexa's waist, causing a moan to escape her lips. Clarke smiled into the kiss, clearly happy with the response she got from Lexa, but let out a low growl as Lexa took Clarke's lower lip between her teeth. This spurred Clarke on, thrusting her hips up into Lexa with such a force it sent her back a few steps.

They looked at eachother for a few seconds, dishevelled hair and bruised, pink lips. Clarke rose from her seated position, deciding to tease Lexa a bit. She sauntered slowly towards her girlfriend. Clarke raised the hem of her white shirt, showing off her flat, toned stomach. She made sure to keep eye contact with Lexa as she did so, and continued to prowl towards her. Her shirt was passed her breasts now and over her head, revealing a black lacy bra, contrasting with her slightly pale skin.

Lexa could do nothing but watch, in amazement, as this beautiful creature walked towards her. She felt like she was stood for an eternity, waiting for Clarke to reach her. But the blonde had other intentions. Still holding her shirt in both hands, she quickly jumped behind Lexa and slapped her with said shirt. Clarke let out a loud laugh as she took off running through the door, away from Lexa.

Lexa stood in utter shock at what Clarke had done. It took her even longer to snap out of the aroused bubble she was in. She laughed to herself when she realised Clarke had sprinted out of the room, giggling like a wild child. It amazed her how she could go from being so seductive to being a complete buffoon.

Lexa knew exactly where Clarke would be waiting for her, so instead of running straight for her, she decided to give the blonde a taste of her own medicine. She began to stip, taking off each item of clothing she had on slowly, so to make Clarke wait longer. Once she was completely naked, she went back into ninja mode, to make the surprise even better for the blue eyed beauty. She made her way out of the art studio, and down the hall to their shared bedroom.

Once Lexa had reached the bedroom door, noticing that it was slightly ajar she peeked inside. Clarke was waiting, ever so patiently, in the middle of their king size bed. Their eyes met from across the room as Clarke raised one eyebrow at her partner.

"Well, aren't you going to come in and punish me for running away from you Miss Woods?" Clarke said in a husky voice. Her voice sent chills down Lexa's spine. But she knew she had the upper hand. Much to Clarke's surprise, Lexa just sent her the biggest toothy grin she could as she pushed the door open, revealing her very naked body.

Clarke's smug look was wiped off her face when Lexa's body was in full view. The brunette knew by the look on Clarke's face that she had won this little war between them. She took in her facial features as Clarke raked her blue orbs over her girlfriends tanned body. Lexa kept her eyes focused on Clarke's as they turned a shade darker. She took this as her sign to descend on the eagerly awaiting woman on their bed.

After reaching her destination, Clarke couldn't wait any longer, so reached up to make contact with Lexa's hand, effectively dragging her down on the bed next to her.

"God, you are so beautiful Lexa" Clarke stated as she leaned in to place a chaste kiss on the Lexa's awaiting lips. Clarke felt Lexa's tongue slide against her lip, therefore parted them and granted Lexa the access she so wanted. Their tongues collided with one another, causing a moan to escape Clarke's lips. It was a deep, raspy moan from within her chest, full of lust and longing for Lexa. She wasn't lying earlier when she said she missed her. Especially since Clarke had been working overtime at the hospital. She felt as though they were two ships sailing in the night, never quite reaching one another.

Lexa took this as an invitation to progress further, so grabbed Clarke's hips and steadied her whilst she flung her left leg out, straddling the blonde. This broke their passionate kiss, leaving them staring at each other longingly.

"I love you, Clarke" Lexa stated matter of factly, as she surged forward and took Clarke's lips against her own once more. Clarke's hands started to roam the brunette's smooth skin on her back, slightly digging her nails in and raking up and down, begging for more. Lexa re-positioned herself, putting her right thigh against Clarke's centre, causing her hips to buck up in response, begging for more friction. They moaned into each other's mouths at the contact.

The night was long, full of gentle touches and soft caresses as they continued to worship each other's bodies.

Clarke awoke to the sweet smell, of what she could assume were pancakes, probably being made by her green eyed beauty. She quickly got out of bed and flung one of Lexa's plaid shirts on, along with some denim shorts before making her way downstairs towards the beautiful aroma. Once she reached her destination she was greeted with the funniest site. Lexa had her back to Clarke, facing the hot stove, covered in flour pretty much head to toe. She was wearing her silky black dressing gown, clinging to her in all the right places. Clarke strode over to her girlfriend and wrapped her arms around her, placing a kiss on her neck, just below her right ear.

"Morning babe" Clarke whispered in between kisses.

"Mmm well good morning to you too" Lexa replied. She turned around into Clarkes embrace. She had the biggest grin plastered on her face as she took in Lexa's profile. She obviously had a difficult time preparing the pancakes. Her hair was dishevelled and full of flour, whilst her face had little bits of batter stuck to it.

Clarke started licking each piece of batter off her face as Lexa just laughed at her.

"I wish I didn't have to work today. I want to stay here with you all day and be lazy" Lexa stated, looking into Clarke's eyes, after she had licked her face clean.

"Me too, my love. But I'll be here waiting for you when you return. And I may have a little surprise for you" Clarke made sure to say that last bit in a deeper, huskier voice. They had planned on taking a few days off work together, however Lexa physically couldn't. Not with everything that was going on back at the base. Clarke planned to utilise her time off in the studio. Lexa pouted at her girlfriend. She really wished she could stay with her, if only for one day. It felt like all they did was work at the moment.

Lexa began thinking of what she would be doing for the next few days. She felt the dread forming in the pit of her stomach. Her and Anya would be looking for Division only found new recruits every 3 to 5 years. It always took something away from Lexa, whether it be a piece of her heart or a sliver of her soul. They would usually look for young children or teenagers who had been abandoned in some aspect of their life, making it easier for them to be trained as they wouldn't have any familial ties. Lexa's parents died when she was 10 years old, leaving her as an orphan with no siblings. The perfect candidate. She understood why the Division existed, she just wished it didn't control so much of her life.

Clarke could see the pain within Lexa's eyes as she stared off into the distance.
"Hey Lex, you still with me?" She reached up and placed her hands on either side of Lexa's face.

Lexa came crashing back to reality within seconds after looking into those bright blue eyes, full of concern and worry. She felt terribly guilty after doing nothing but lie to Clarke whenever they spoke of their work. Lexa so desperately wanted to be honest and just tell her. Just do it.

"I'm sorry Clarke, just thinking about work. Listen there's something I've been meaning to tell you. I'm a..." Just as Lexa was about to reveal her identity, her phone started ringing. They jumped, both being startled by the interruption.
"Wait a minute, I need to grab that" She wiggled out of Clarke's embrace and reached for her mobile.

Clarke stared after her girlfriend as she left the room, wondering what she was about to say. She tried shaking away that strange feeling that had started to form in the pit of her stomach ever since Lexa had zoned out. Before Clarke could even think, there was a firm, rough hand shoved over her mouth. Panic set in. She tried to turn around but was stopped by what felt like a stick being forced into her lower back.

"Don't. Make. A. Sound" The voice of the intruder came out low and slow. It sent shivers down Clarke's spine and not the tingly kind that Lexa had her feeling the night before.

"Where is she? Where is Lexa!?" He sounded almost scared when he asked the second question, confusing Clarke. Why in the world would he sound scared, he was the one pressing a gun to her back. And, how the hell did he know her name!?

The intruder then painfully spun Clarke around so they were now face to face. She let out a small yelp, whilst taking in her assailants features. He was a lot taller than the blonde, with jet black hair and almost black eyes, piercing into her own. There was a long thick scar running from his hairline down to his right eyebrow. He looked as though he had not got a decent night's sleep in weeks as there were large black circles underneath each of his eyes.

As Clarke trailed her eyes down his face, she noticed the gun pointing to her own from below her chin. Her heart rate picked up, hoping Lexa would stay as far away from the kitchen as possible.

"I'm going to ask you one more time. Where is she?!" He gritted his teeth as he felt his patience wearing thin.

"I don't know" Clarke replied with a shaky voice, all the while her eyes were trained on the gun pointed at her face. The intruder let out an exasperated sigh as he shoved Clarke to the floor. He strode over to her, raising his right fist behind his head, getting ready to swing for Clarke when a firm voice sounded from behind her.

"Wrong move" the intruder whipped his head up trying to place where the voice had come from.

Clarke, also surprised, spun around to find Lexa standing in the doorway, in what she could only describe as a ninja outfit. She was wearing very tight black lycra leggings, and a black skin tight top, showing off her toned arms. What caught her eye the most though, was the gun she held up in her hands, pointing straight at the intruder's face. Clarke didn't even have time to register what was going on before he began to move his own weapon towards her face once more, only aggravating Lexa further.

Clarke couldn't move. She was frozen. Lexa was kneeling in front of her, trying to lift her off the ground. All she could see was the man lying on their kitchen floor, surrounded in a pool of his own blood.

"Clarke! We have to move. Come on, please I promise I will explain everything. But we have to get out of here, there could be more of them!" The sound of Lexa's frantic plea brought Clarke out of her stupor as she gripped onto the brunette's forearms. Lexa easily lifted Clarke off the floor and grabbed onto her hand, guiding them to the front door. She stopped and opened the door slowly, checking to see if there was anybody waiting on the other side. Seeing that it was clear, she led Clarke to her car and told her to get in the passenger side. Lexa fired the car to life and sped off the driveway in one swift movement.

She kept stealing quick glances at Clarke, who stared aimlessly out of the window. Lexa wanted so desperately to talk her, but didn't want to push her. She knew how crazy this must all seem, so waited until Clarke was ready.

"You shot someone. You shot that guy and left him to die. We have to go back and make sure he is still alive, I'm a doctor, I can't just leave people to die"
Lexa was shocked that was the first thing she heard from Clarke. Her voice came out calm and collected. It was the complete opposite of what Lexa was expecting.

"We can't, Clarke"

"What do you mean 'we can't' Lexa?! You shot him!" This is the reaction she had expected.

"Yes, I shot him. Because he would have hurt you if I didn't"

"How do you know that?! Maybe he was just trying to scare us, and when the hell did you get a gun without me knowing?! You've had a gun in the house this whole time!?" Lexa could tell Clarke was beginning to panic now. The adrenaline and shock of what had just happened was wearing off.

"Clarke, calm down" Lexa reached across and placed her hand on Clarke's thigh, trying to calm her down, but she flinched at the touch and moved her leg away. Lexa quickly retraced her hand and placed it back on the steering wheel, looking ahead at the road. This is what she hoped wouldn't happen. She never wanted to Clarke in any kind of danger.

After 25 minutes, of excruciating silence, they reached their destination. Luckily no one had been following them, but Lexa took the longer route just to be safe.

"This is it. Wait here" Lexa didn't look at Clarke as she exited the car, not wanting to see the disappointment in her eyes.