"So what's on the schedule today?" Clarke asked between two bites. It was fairly early, considering she was actually on vacation, but she didn't really mind. Maybe because she was having breakfast with a beautiful brunette whom she liked and who fortunately liked her back. At least that's what the blonde assumed.

"I actually have to work, at least until lunch, but maybe I can get off early so I'll have the afternoon off again… I can't promise that though. But I can tell you some more places to go, if– what?" Lexa stopped when she noticed Clarke's widened eyes.

"I'm pretty sure I'll get lost if I march around on my own and I'll never find back to the hotel and I'll probably starve to death in a cleft like James Franco because I'm clumsy as hell, unless I cut off my arm and–"

"Clarke." Lexa tried to stop Clarke's panicked rambling but unsuccessfully so.

"No seriously, you saw me when I tried to climb the stairs yesterday and I tripped on like every–"

"Calm down. I can ask a friend to guide you through the rocks, if you feel safer then." Lexa offered.

"Well that would be great actually." Clarke smiled, feeling relieved but if she was being honest, also a little disappointed at the thought of not being with Lexa for hours. Earth to Clarke, get your shit together!

"Clarke, this is Ibrahim, one of my closest friends. If there's anyone you can trust here, it's him." Lexa introduced the blonde to a tall Bedouin with dark eyelinered eyes and a head scarf. "I have to get to work now but I'll meet you for lunch?"

"Al–Madhbah?" Ibrahim asked and Lexa considered the suggestion for a moment and nodded, kissed Clarke on the cheek and left.

"You must be special to her, usually women don't have such an intimate contact in public here and although people in Jordan are quite tolerant and open–minded, you shouldn't risk it." The Bedouin let out a warm laugh and politely motioned for Clarke to follow him. The blonde blushed; She knew Arab countries weren't too excited about homosexuality but she hadn't thought about it, at all, especially not the night before when she kissed Lexa, just like that, in public, without a second thought.

"Yeah she... was that bad?" she asked worriedly but Ibrahim laughed again.

"Don't worry, there are more tourists here than there are locals in Jordan, they probably don't bother at all. Just don't be too eager though to find out in the rest of the country."

"Got it!"

They walked in silence for some moments, and Clarke was again fascinated by the ancient city and although she'd walked that way twice before, there were still new details to discover. She just couldn't get enough.

"Where are we going actually?" Clarke asked and was secretly relieved that Ibrahim's pace was one of the slower kinds so she could relax a little from all the walking and climbing of the previous days.

"Up there." He said and pointed at a mountain top a few miles away, and Clarke's jaw dropped. Nevermind.

The walk through Wadi Farasa was beautiful though. They stopped here and there, Clarke asked tons of questions and the Bedouin politely answered them all. They walked past the Garden Triclinium, several tombs and the Lion Fountain, carved into the rock as a part of the former water system that Petra was famous for, and then the climb began.

"How come you... actually... have no problem with... ugh–" Clarke tried to form a question but had serious difficulties with speaking and breathing at the same time, "climbing up this... thing? Ah shit–" she cursed and Ibrahim stopped with a worried look on his face. "Stitches," she breathed out and pointed to her hip, "all good, keep going."

He waited for a moment but when he was sure that Clarke was okay, he got going again.

"I grew up here, I've been living here my whole life. You get used to it eventually." He politely explained but Clarke could clearly see him smile to himself.

When the blonde checked her watch, she realized they'd actually been walking for several hours. "Are we there yet?"

"Actually yes, we are. See?" He replied and pointed at a large hand–leveled platform which appeared to be the very top of the mountain.

"Oh!... What is this place?"

"It's the High Place."

Clarke smirked at him suspiciously. "High place? Just that? Not very creative for a place on a mountaintop."

"High, more like as in holy. Its full name is High Place Of Sacrifice. Mountain top? Closer to God? You know, they–"

"Did they kill people here?"

"Can't you just enjoy the view?" A voice behind them laughed and they turned around to a grinning Lexa.

"How long have you been here?" Clarke's eyes slightly widened.

"I just arrived."

The blonde thought about their climb and she was sure there was no sight of Lexa, not behind them and definitely not before them, she would have noticed that. "You weren't behind us and definitely nowhere ahead, did you–"

"There's another path on the other side."

"Ohh..." Nice one Clarke. Think before you speak, maybe? Just once? Lexa knows this place, she's been here before!

They had lunch at the site and then made their way back down on a rather rocky slope and Clarke slipped twice but Lexa fortunately caught her before the blonde could have a, well, fatal fall.

They were standing at the dinner buffet in the hotel, and the blonde's mouth watered just at the sight. Everything looked so delicious. "What's that?" Clarke pointed at a dish.

"That's the salad bar, Clarke."

"No I mean what is this?"

"That's Fattoush."

"And that?"

"Tabbouleh."

Clarke waited for Lexa to fill her plate and then moved on to the main dishes. "And that?"

"Which one?"

"That?"

"That's Samosa." Lexa paused but before Clarke could continue, she decided to go through the rest, pointing at the dishes. "Kofta, Mujaddara and that's Makdous. Hungry much?"

"No, I just love the way you pronounce them." Clarke grinned and with a wink, she turned back to the buffet to actually get some food herself before they walked to an empty table and sat down.

"So when do you have to work tomorrow?"

"Not at all", Lexa replied and took another sip of her wine.

"But tomorrow is–"

"Friday. People here usually don't work on Fridays. It's their Sunday."

"Oh shit, now that you mention it…" Well done, Clarke. You actually knew that.

"Yeah... and swearing isn't the best thing to do here, either. Just keep that in mind, maybe." The brunette smiled.

Great! Want to blunder some more because I'm sure you haven't embarrassed yourself enough already, Clarke!, she cursed herself.

"Sorry, really. So... anything else you've planned for tomorrow?"

"I was actually wondering whether you'd like to see Wadi Rum?" Lexa offered and Clarke nodded in excitement. Lexa had mentioned that place before, so Clarke was definitely interested in seeing it. With Lexa. On her day off. because why not?

"Well, then that's what I've planned for tomorrow." And with a smile, she got up and offered her hand to Clarke who hesitated for a moment, thinking about what Ibrahim had said earlier about intimate contact between two women, but took it after Lexa raised an eyebrow. She was sure, or at least hoped, that Lexa knew what she was doing.