A/N: Chapter 4 is ready for you Nerds! :D First off, THANK YOU Silverwolf509 for your reviews! So glad you like it! And of course all of you who are taking the time to read this! You are awesome.
I know it's progressing a little slow, but i definitely wanna exploit how they are going to adjust to their surroundings plus being together constantly. Which is not easy, when you don't like someone ;). Chapter 5 is going to have some more action again.
Enough talking, have fun!
Soundtrack: Sleep alone - Micar
„Is it what I think it is?", Clarke's face lit up and even the reserved brunette couldn't help but crack a smile.
„It's old and super dusty, but I think I should be able to fix it."
„How did you learn that?" Clarke asked, honestly impressed.
The other girl briefly looked at her, the smile from before gone. Back on was the mask again.
„My dad taught me a few things when I was little and I've always been good with technical stuff and my hands...", as soon as the sentence had left her mouth, she immediately regretted it and internally punched herself in the face.
„Wow, THAT was...like the Endgame of all innuendos!", Clarke laughed.
„Shut up!"
„Come on, partypooper, it is funny!"
„I cannot believe I'm trapped here with a 3 year old child! Go and...find...things. Weapons or whatever you think could be useful", the brunette said, her oh-so unbreakbale facade crumbling just a little. A little too much already, she thought to herself, turning her back to Clarke.
„We have a problem!"
„What is it?"
„This!" Clarke disgustedly pointed to a dusty bed in the corner of the room.
„I'm NOT going to share whatever this is with you!" – „Not gonna happen!", the blonde added, crossing her arms in front of her chest.
„Well...", the brunette put her hands on her hips, her full lips a thin line now. Think-face, Clarke mentally noted.
„Earth to Commander! Any idea how we are going to solve this sleeping arrangement issue?", Clarke asked, clicking her fingers in front of the other womans face, who had clearly zoned out for a few seconds.
„What did you call me? Anyway. I'm sleeping on the bed, you can sleep on the beach. It's warm enough outside."
„Excuse me, but how on gods planet would you assume that 1) I would sleep on a freaking beach, on a deserted island, alone with no weapons to defend myself if I have to and second of all that you are the one taking the bed?", Clarke was boiling when she turned to face the brunette.
„Because I'm the more useful one. If something happens to me, you will not be able to fix the radio by yourself!", she simply stated.
„You don't know that and...and...you are unbelieveable, woman whos-name-i don't-have! Unbelieveable" With that Clarke stormed out of the shack, before she killed this person for real.
But she also couldn't deny that she kinda enjoyed their banter...a little.
She challenged Clarke in a way nobody else ever did before. Well, Raven and Octavia were close, but the blonde was also pretty aware of the fact that a certain attractiveness to mildy put it, was responsible for her feelings, too.
She was royally fucked!
It was already dark, when Clarke came back to the shack, surprised to see a fire and what seemed to be some kind of Thai-Squirrel cooking in it. Just then she realized how hungry she actually was and put her hand on her growling stomach.
„I was pretty sure, you had taken off and be dead by now," the brunette said, without looking up.
„Funny. I was down by the beach clearing my head is all."
„Sit. We can eat soon. It should be enough for the both of us. Tomorrow we should find some fresh water and fruit."
Clarkes almost choked on her own saliva, when the brunette's green eyes were suddenly scanning her own for approval, the flames dancing on her face, her hair draped over her shoulder, the waves wild and messy now.
„Are you okay?" She asked the blonde, whos jaw was clenching heavily.
„I...what? Of course I am. Why wouldn't I be?", Clarke let out, what had to be the most awkward grunt in human history, ever.
„Okay, how do we do this?", Clarke said standing next to the taller woman, eyeing the bed.
„We get in, we sleep."
The blonde rolled her eyes and sighed. She was too tired for this shit.
She layed down on her back, her hands folded on her chest.
„I swear, if you touch me again in my sleep, I'm gonna cut off your hands!", the brunette warned the girl next to her and Jesus Christ, Clarke had a feeling she would actually do it.
„I was NOT touching, touching you! I was checking your pulse!"
„It felt differently to me!"
„Well then the way of how you think about being touched is really really messed up, lady! I'm sleeping now! Thanks for the food by the way..."She turned away from the brunette and couldn't see the smile on her face.
It was a quiet, nice night and from the tiny, super adorable snores that escaped Clarke's body, the brunette was certain, that her words would hit deaf ears, when she whispered:
„Lexa. My name is Lexa!"
