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"Clarke!" I stopped walking, turning around to find Octavia running up to me. "Have you heard anything? From Bellamy or Lincoln?" I shook my head, unable to look her in the eyes. It was my fault they were in there, and everyday that passes I keep thinking of what could be happening to the both of them. "We gotta go after them Clarke. It's been too long and we haven't heard a thing"
"We just have to wait a little longer. Bellamy can do this Octavia, I know it" We continued walking until we were out of the ship. Octavia walked off toward Indra and her men, who were training and fighting. Indra greeted Octavia and handed her a long knife, and began talking to her in Trigedasleng. The language always amazed me, it was so stern yet beautiful in its own unique way. I was starting to pick up on certain words, but I wasn't nearly as good as Octavia, maybe one day someone would teach me to speak it properly.
I walked to where Raven was sitting down, eating meat while working on another radio. "Is someone covering the other radio" Raven nodded, her mouth holding the meat while her hands tinkered with the wires of the broken radio. I sat next to her, looking out at the camp of grounders and sky people, all working together to learn from one another. It all happened really fast, the alliance, but it gave me so much joy just to see the two different kinds of people coming together. I was just nervous about what will happen once we've defeated Mount Weather.
Someone sat down next to me while Raven made her way back toward the Ark, her head down, fixated on the radio she held. "She's very intelligent" I heard the familiar voice say. I turned to smile at Lexa, who had two plates of meat in her hands, placing one in front of me.
"She is" I said as I started to cut the meat into smaller sizes with my knife. "She can make practically anything work, and turn anything into a weapon" I said while eating, proud of my friend for her smarts. Lexa nodded, eating slowly, her face showing that she was lost in thought. "What are you thinking of?"
She turned toward me, a smirk on her face. "You" she said quietly, then turned her attention back to the caribou in front of her. I could feel the blush creeping up my neck, turning my cheeks a warm pink as I finished my meal.
"Oh." I said quietly, still looking over at the commander next to me. She stood up a few moments later, reaching out her hand toward me. I took it carefully, scared she'll pull away if I move even a little too fast. She walked me to her home, which was a much bigger tent than mine, and lifted the cover of skin and fur that served as the door for me to enter. I stepped in, her hand still in mine, and looked around the dimly lit room. I'd been in it before, but this time I could actually look at things more closely.
Her throne sat in the middle of the room, a strong chair made of old antlers, strange growing tree branches and skins from long dead animals. Next to it was a large table that maps laid on, each of different sizes, territories and colors. Some of the maps were very old, with large buildings and other things I've only read about drawn on them. "Where did you find these?" I asked her. She stood next to me, her hand still firmly in mine.
"They've been passed down from commanders before me, they say that those maps show what our land used to look like" She said, examining the map herself. She pointed to large building that read Lincoln Memorial. "That's where we stand right now"
"Really?" she nodded, walking away from the maps, dropping my hand while doing so. I turned to look at her while she lifted and disappeared behind another skin door. I followed behind her, entering a smaller part of the tent that held only a bed made of many blankets and skins. Lexa grabbed for something by the opposite end of the bed, hidden from my sight of view.
She laid a large bag down on the bed and motioned for me to open it. When I lifted the flap, I seen some old books inside, all of them with withering spins and faded print. "I thought you might enjoy them" she said as I gingerly removed each book, looking them over and reading the title.
"They're beautiful" I said softly, opening and flipping through each, the smell of the pages filling my nostrils. "Where did you get them?"
"I found them when I went hunting a long time ago. I was never taught to read, but I found them interesting and thought one day someone would come along to read what someone had written many years ago" she said, sitting next to me as I placed the books back down on the bed.
"Thank you" I said, smiling at the shy warrior next to me. "No one has given me something like that in a long time" I leaned into her, pressing our lips together and pushing her back onto the bed. She moved her strong hand to gently hold the back of my neck and deepen the kiss. I lowered my hand from her face to her waist, trying to get even closer to the commander underneath me. I left her lips and started a trail of bites and kisses down her neck to her collar, a soft moan escaping her lips. She lifted my shirt with her other hand when I pulled back.
"No. Not yet" I said looking away from the beautiful woman beneath me. She laid her hand on my face, forcing me to look back at her.
"Clarke, it's okay" she said softly "We can go at whatever pace you want okay?" I nodded and got off to lay down beside her. She turned toward me, pushing a stray blonde hair out of my face. "You are beautiful" She whispered as she wrapped an arm around me. I curled up alongside her, closing my eyes to listen to the beating of her heart so close to mine.