Chapter Nine
Boom! Another one just before the new episode! So psyched about that LEXARKE KISS OMG AAAAHHHHHHHH *squeals* I can't help but imagine what this means for the Lexarke/Clexa ship. Also, I want everyone to recognize that this is a big moment for bisexual representation, and lesbian representation too I guess, 'cuz of Lexa ;) I don't understand the hate, so in this chap we're gonna explore some inter-school haters.
Has anyone made like a remix of Chris Brown's 'Kiss Kiss' yet for Lexarke? Because the lyrics match perfectly to the real-100 situation. It's hella old but it works! (Clarke would also be 'thick as can be' 'cuz we all know Lexa is aaaall muscle) But if one you guys finds one or makes one, TELL MEH.
This'll actually be a bit of a song-fic with dorky Lexa!
She want that lovey-dovey
That kiss-kiss, kiss-kiss
In her mind she fantasize 'bout getting wit me
They hatin on me
They wanna diss this kiss-kiss
'Cuz she's mine and so fine and thick as can be
Clarke bit her lip, standing outside the large heavy doors that lead to the training hall. Lexa had texted her, asking to meet on the empty second floor that Saturday morning at ten like they usually did for Clarke's training. Clarke doubted they would be training, she still had a bandage wrapped around her forehead to cover they head wounds she had suffered from her and Hawal flying into the air. Not to mention her left wrist had been sprained in the fall, but her ankle only ached now as she walked. Clarke knew the extent of Lexa's injuries, and had been out all week, protected from things that Clarke had unfortunately been forced to experience.
'What a whore, getting it on with that Savage in the middle of a war game.'
'I bet she just wants to get some sort of stupid Grounder perks.'
The comments from random Sky teens didn't bother Clarke as much as the ones the Grounders made, both in their native tongue and English. She didn't care what the preppy soft kids that came only after the 100, her people, lasted a year at old Grounder High. There was a time when she was one of them, but times change, and this time for the better.
'Sky Whore, she should be with that idiot Collins boy, they're both worthless.'
'Does she really think she can measure up to Costia Heiss? Ha, what a joke.'
News of the kiss she had shared with Lexa traveled fast, and Clarke had been receiving all kinds of shit about it. Thankfully none of the adults knew, and neither did Lexa under Clarke's request. The hardest to convince had been Lincoln, who had wanted to tell Lexa so she could aid him in his mission to kick some ass. Lincoln did no ass-kicking, and regretfully remained silent. Now, Clarke knew she could no longer remain silent, and swallowed, fearful of Lexa's reaction as she entered the training hall.
Clarke ignored the stares, holding her scraped chin up high as she swept her hair back, walking with a confident swagger she had picked up from Lexa and made her own, striding towards the stairs that lead to the second floor. She jogged up the stairs, the tap of her shiny red and black bottomed Suphra high tops matching the pounding of her heart as her jog transformed into a sprint just to leave behind the whispers.
But when Clarke reached the top of the stairs, she regretted sprinting because now, she had to open the door in front of her to confront the girl she had made out with in the middle of a literal battlefield.
Holy shit I kissed Lexa. Me and Lexa kissed. HOLY SHIT THAT HAPPENED.
And of course, for the millionth time that week, such a realization struck Clarke, and she grinned like the doofus she could secretly be. Now, she felt confident. Why would Lexa kiss her if she didn't like her? Yeah, Clarke had that confidence alright. The blonde ran the fingers of her right hand through her hair before taking two strands to tie her hair back in its usual fashion. She couldn't stop herself from fixing her windswept shirt and looking down at the black leather laces of her shoes. When she was done, the artist pushed open the door to the second floor, a small, confident smile teasing her lips.
Lexa had her back turned to her, but Clarke didn't doubt for a second that Lexa knew that it was her that had entered the upper level. Taking an up and down look of Lexa, Clarke confirmed that they wouldn't be training. Lexa wore skinny jeans much like Clarke's, though they were black instead of white with designs sewed in a shining dark blue. The Timberlands on her feet gave Lexa even more of a height advantage over Clarke, though the blonde certainly didn't mind. Clarke cleared her throat gently, licking chapped lips.
Lexa turned around on her heel, face brightening with a joyous smile as she looked at Clarke. Gauze had been taped to the side of her forehead, covering a nasty cut. Clarke knew from the medical wing that Lexa also had bruises decorating her ribs from the assault she took battling Grounders while Clarke had helped Octavia with Lincoln. They were probably just as nasty and painful as they had been that day. The blonde had stopped a good ten feet from where Lexa had been working on a table, cleaning weapons with her knuckles and forearms wrapped. Though this time, the wraps were there to hide and protect bruised knuckles and a sprained left wrist just like Clarke's, though the blonde opted for a regular black wrist brace. Lexa paid no mind to the weapons that decorated the table, and took long strides on muscular legs to reach Clarke, who moved to meet her with eagerness.
As soon as Lexa's arms came to wrap around Clarke's waist, and Clarke's hands to Lexa's jaw, the two locked lips. For several minutes, the only noises that could be heard were Clarke's soft sighs and the satisfied purr that rumbled from Lexa's chest. When the two broke away, Lexa smiled again, bigger this time. She had never felt so elated in her life, not even with her. It felt unreal.
"I am glad to see that the Sky Princess has graced me with her presence," Lexa teased, a small, sassy smirk playing with cupid bow lips. She loved sassing Clarke, but it was something she opted to do in private moments like the one they had achieved.
Clarke rolled her eyes, a smirk of her own forming as she stared into Lexa's eyes to say, "You should be, I had to pass up a hot date for this."
Clarke's eyes widened when she realized just what had come out of her mouth.
Lexa didn't need any time.
The young warrior's eyes darkened quickly, her spine straightening as her arms flexed from around Clarke's slim waist. She could see Clarke gulp, but ignored the reaction in favor of lifting the girl into her arms, legs wrapping around her waist as a squeal ripped itself from the blonde's lips. Lexa ignored this too, in favor of walking over to the table littered with her weapons. She removed them all with one swift forceful swipe of her forearm as she held Clarke up with a single hand on her bottom. The moment she set Clarke down on the tall steel table, their lips connected.
Clarke was on cloud nine, losing herself in the kiss as her hands tangled in Lexa's hair, undoing the braid. She squeaked when Lexa leapt up on the table, pushing her down as she settled down, a muscular, tan arm resting beside her head as Lexa continued the kiss. Lexa was, unfortunately and fortunately for Clarke, in full control. But Clarke knew Lexa, and she knew how to get some control back. Clarke squeezed her legs together, constricting against Lexa's muscled hips and pulling her closer. Once Lexa got close, Clarke sat up in a sudden movement only to flip the two of them, her legs straddling Lexa's abs. The brunette offered no words of protest, instead opting to sit up, forcing Clarke to straddle her lap.
Clarke smiled victoriously into the kiss as Lexa's palm came to rest on her thigh, gently massaging it until Clarke broke away. "You know," Clarke choked out, breathe hitching as Lexa's lips moved to her neck, "I was only kidding right?" Clarke's voice pitched near the end of her sentence, the cause being Lexa's teeth scraping down her pulse point.
Lexa smiled into Clarke's neck, murmuring "Of course I did, I just felt the need to show you my, ah, more protective side."
"More like possessive." Clarke husked gently, eyelids fluttering half closed.
"Humph," Lexa nipped Clarke's pulse, "You like it."
"It's hard not to."
On Monday, Lexa was back at school, and she had yet to tell Clarke as to why she had been gone for the entire week. The two walked into the school hand in hand, Lexa having gently taken Clarke's hand earlier, the blonde later linking their fingers. While Lexa felt completely fine, drawing strength from their linked hands, Clarke was quite the opposite. What would everyone say? Would they continue to insult her and Lexa with the brunette warrior actually there?
What would Lexa do? Would she do anything?
An insecurity that had been swimming
She wouldn't end things so soon would she?
The tension coiled deep within Clarke's stomach intensified as her and Lexa stepped into the school, hands still joined together. The stares were present, many a gaze lingering on her and Lexa's fingers linked together with either curiosity, jealousy or disgust.
The disgusted looks really hurt. They weren't even there because they were both girls. The looks were there because everyone thought she was replacing Costia.
Lexa, unbeknownst to Clarke, had picked up on all of the looks the moment the two of them had stepped into their usual hallway. She held her chin up, and let her eyes blaze with a threat even a brainless branwada could understand.
Leave us be or I'll come after you.
But unbeknownst to Lexa, none had let Clarke be but their friends. Clarke would like to keep that information a secret, but she knew that at some point someone would slip up. It was inevitable, seeing as her friends had little power among the Grounders, if any. The Grounders used this to their advantage, and took the time to pick on Clarke and her friends whenever Lexa wasn't around, but only recently had this begun. The slip-ups and the insults would be coming soon enough.
It happened at lunch.
A Grounder boy had stalked past Clarke, slamming into her shoulder with his own when he thought Lexa was in the bathroom. He snarled in poor English, "Branwada, you tink ya can 'place Costia? Skaikru Gunna be branwada."
Turns out, Lexa was right behind him, and she saw red. In a whirl of motion, Lexa's right leg came up, delivering a hook kick to the right side of the Grounder boy's face, making him crash to the ground with a groan.
"Don't touch my girlfriend." Lexa growled, wrapping an arm around Clarke's waist as the Grounder scrambled up, asking for forgiveness.
"You get nothing. And if I see you near her, breathing the same air within a distance of twenty feet I will not hold back, especially against a dishonorable branwada like you." Lexa's upper lip curled into a snarl. She had become more possessive after the war games as soon as she realized just how many of Quint's buddies had it out for Clarke. She would protect the Sky Princess with everything she had.
Octavia couldn't do this anymore. Clarke could possibly get hurt by a Grounder who thought they were protecting Lexa for Costia. Lexa could prevent that, she could stop the threats and the insults. She was going to tell Lexa, soon.
Turns out, soon came in the form of the two girls' Focus, Carving. Octavia was quite terrible at her Focus, and required much practice before she ever make something as good as Lexa's current project. The girl possessed almost raw skill when wielding a knife to carving wood, or a knife to anything really.
The orphan warrior was carving a griffin out of Amboyna wood, which was a dark, burnt brown and red combination that looked absolutely beautiful. The basic shape had been cut roughly out by Lexa, but as Octavia watched her work with a thin micro knife, gently carving out feathers and adding micro details to the beak and eyes, she realized that roughness was always a temporary thing with Lexa, something that she had eventually replaced with smooth fur designs and realistic feathers.
Octavia sighed, determined as she spoke to Lexa, never taking her eyes off of the curled water snake she had been caring to with a straight chisel. She spoke in English, knowing that the Grounders in the room would not understand, "The Trigedakru do not treat Clarke kindly, Lexa. They say she is a whore and is desperate to replace Costia."
The micro knife Lexa had once held in her hand had been slammed into the wooden table beneath, jamming deep into the smooth Mountain Mahogany.
Lexa turned to Octavia, murder in her eyes, and asked a simple question, "Names."
Octavia pursed her lips, shaking her head, "No, you cannot go around beating the shit out of people I haven't been allowed to for a week. Do something different, anything. Just make sure everyone knows this isn't some sort of friends with benefits deal, otherwise a lot of Grounders will be, uh, and I quote 'on that Sky Girls' er, 'ass'."
Lexa growled, gaining the attention of nearby Grounders, but she waved her hand, and they turned back to their own work, though it was no where near Lexa's level. "I'd prefer to kill them."
Octavia smiled, "Of course you would. I'd prefer to help you with the bodies."
Lexa chuckled, shaking her head as she pried the micro knife from the wooden working table. "I thank you for your offer, but I think I have something in mind."
"Stick your tongue down her throat in public?"
"You read my mind."
By Wednesday, a plan had been put in place. Lexa and Octavia had spent most of Monday and Tuesday together, so Lexa would make things up to Clarke after the plan worked.
Because it definitely would work.
Walking up to Clarke, who stood looking into her locker, Lexa had to restrain herself from clocking a Grounder boy in the face for letting his eyes linger very far south on her girlfriends body as he walked past. Clarke was not a piece of meat. But Lexa calmed herself, a smile appearing on her face as Clarke turned to look at her, a small, joyous smile on her own soft lips.
Clarke shut her locker, letting her palm rest inches beneath the lock as she face Lexa, "Well, the Great Commander Lexa has honored me with her attendance."
Lexa's smile widened and she shook her head, "You are - what is the Skaikru word? - a dork!"
Clarke gaped, hand pressed to her chest in mock hurt. "I thought I was hot?"
"You" Lexa started, eyes smoldering as she backed Clarke up against her locker, leaning over her, "Are most definitely hot, but your beauty is just as unrivaled."
Clarke flushed a bright pink, her eyes cast down at her Skaiverse and Lexa's own Timberlands. Clarke had never received such compliments, the Sky People not much for poetic words and deep compliments.
Lexa slipped two fingers beneath Clarke's chin, lifting her head gently to look her in the eyes. Lexa smiled softly, her eyes never losing the smoldering look they carried within as she pressed closer to Clark, her forearms coming up to frame Clarke's head like a triangular roof against the locker. Clarke bit her lip, her hands coming up to caress Lexa's jaw as she leaned in for a deep kiss.
Octavia let out a wolf-whistle, and Lincoln and Bellamy followed in her footsteps soon after. The members of the 100 that were in the room cheered, making friendly innuendos and laughing at the outraged Grounders and Sky People.
Soon, the speakers on the ceiling came alive.
She want that lovey-dovey
That kiss-kiss, kiss-kiss
In her mind she fantasize 'bout getting wit me
They hatin on me
They wanna diss this kiss-kiss
'Cuz she's mine and so fine and thick as can be
Clarke laughed into the kiss for a moment, before Lexa busied her and she went silent.
She want that lovey-dovey
That kiss-kiss, kiss-kiss
In her mind she fantasize 'bout getting wit me
They hatin on me
They wanna diss this kiss-kiss
'Cuz she's mine and so fine and thick as can be
The kiss lasted several verses, and ended when the song was abdruptly ended in the middle of 'kiss-kiss'. Monty could only maintain control of the speakers for so long, especially with Raven having been working on the control systems as practice for her Focus, engineering. But the song did its job, bringing a bit of humor that Octavia thought the moment could need. She had kept the idea of the song from Lexa, but judging by the girl's joyous grin, she certainly didn't mind.
The Grounders looked at Lexa, questions blatant in their stares.
"None can replace what is lost, but I have found someone of a higher caliber, leave her be, or you will be forced to deal with me." Lexa threatened quietly, slipping into Trigedasleng every few words so that the Skaikru could not understand her threat. The Grounders nodded respectfully, understanding that their common friend and Leader had moved on. She seemed happier than when she was with Costia anyway.
The happy moment of laughter and acceptance was ruined as the Grounders fell silent, parting to make a path for a newcomer.
The newcomer cocked an exposed hip, pouting as she asked, "Baby, how could ever find someone of a better caliber?"
Ta-da! I have no idea what I just did. It was kinda-song-fic-y. I just wanted more multi-character interaction after the battle and a bit of a 'oh-shit' character moment Lexa. She wasn't as dorky as I thought she would be, so I may change that.
Now, 'Skaiverse' are AU versions of 'Converse'. But they might actually be the title to another story I'm working on...
I have so much unfinished crap! AGH. Enjoy the chappie, did ya like the song? I know its old but it works for all the hate Lexarke kisses receive IRL and the hate in the story.
Also! I feel like I haven't been trying hard enough, so I'll be picking up the slack and making chapters a bit longer and adding more detail that I should have been. The plot will keep moving at a decent pace, with biggie's spaced out by maybe two or so chapters? I'm trying! Hopefully I'll get better with time.
