"Okay, just so you know, I'm pretty sure that you're actually clinically insane," Clarke insisted as she followed Octavia through the woods.

"I've been checked out," Octavia said, sounding amused, "and the doctor said I'm not. Plus, I'm not just supposing this out of nowhere. I told you that they're both being sketchy and they were both gone all night from their cabin. How many things do you think they could've been doing?"

"Okay, but why do you care?" Clarke asked.

"I have to make sure that Bellamy doesn't get corrupted by her," the younger girl answered. "If my brother was turned against me, I'd actually have to kill her."

"What if she starts actually being more of a decent person, and then finds out you were snooping up in her business?" Clarke tried, just hoping to get out whatever this topic secret mission was that Octavia was dragging her out on.

"Come on, we're almost there," Octavia said, ignoring the blonde's attempts at getting out of the situation.

"Where exactly is there?" Clarke asked, groaning as the ground suddenly became uphill.

Octavia stepped out into a clearing suddenly, and Clarke followed her. It was a small clearing, but compared to the ones she'd seen previously, it was a decent size. "This, is the hookup spot. People always bring blankets and shit out here to hookup, since there's really not many other places to get it on."

"Alright..." Clarke found something kind of creepy about the clearing where people were known to have sex. "And?"

Octavia produced the same small camera that she used to film Echo and the frog from the bag she'd brought along with her. Clarke's eyes bugged.

"Octavia! You can't video people having sex!"

"I'm not an idiot, Clarke, I know that," the girl replied, rolling her eyes. "I'm just going to set it up pointing to the entrance, so we'll see who comes here at night."

"What if they didn't come tonight? Your camera would die," Clarke said, as Octavia knelt down by some trees a little bit away and nestled the camera into the plants by it. It did blend in pretty well, and the darkness of night would make it basically invisible.

"I'll come back tomorrow and check, and then I'll switch out the battery if I need to. I brought loads."

"Like I said, clinically insane."

"Your girlfriend is clinically insane."

Raven huffed, "I wish."

"That she was insane?" Clarke asked, raising her eyebrows.

"No, you weirdo. That she was my girlfriend, obviously." Raven rolled her eyes. "What did she do?"

"She's basically stalking Echo and Bellamy, because she thinks they're sleeping together," Clarke replied, quirking up an eyebrow. "I mean, whether or not they're sleeping together, stalking just seems pretty extreme."

"Yeah, she is sort of crazy."

Clarke just sighed. "I feel like I'm constantly expecting her to like run around the corner yelling about some new advancement she's made in her mission."

Suddenly, the sound of feet on dirt could be heard, and Octavia was rushing up to the two of them. Clarke gave a pointed look to Raven, who was trying not to laugh. "Have either of you seen Echo?"

"No, Octavia," Clarke answered.

"It's so hard to keep track of two people at once. Could you guys look for her for me?" the girl asked, looking like her thoughts were running at fifty miles a minute.

Clarke tried not to look too annoyed, but if she was being honest, Octavia's constant obsession with stuff like this was beginning to get frustrating. "No, I can't."

Octavia blinked. "Are you mad?"

"I'm just... I don't know. I'll see you later," the blonde muttered, getting up from the bench she was sitting next to Raven on, and walking out of the area. She was getting bored at this continuous pattern.

She briefly considered going to her cabin, but realized that Octavia might look for her there. Sure, it would probably just be to apologize, because Octavia really wasn't crazy, but Clarke opted to go somewhere where she knew she'd be alone – her and Lexa's dock spot.

She passed a few people on her way down to the lake, but when she slipped silently into the treeline and started for the dock, she was pretty sure that no one had seen her. A feeling of guilt spread through her as she walked, though, because she really wasn't mad at Octavia. It was just starting to get on her nerves, the intensity of this competition. It wasn't Octavia's fault or even Echo's fault, it was just the camp. Suddenly, she remembered why she'd been so put off about being here in the first place.

Her eyebrows furrowed with frustration, she found herself turning back around and heading for her cabin, needing her sketchbook. She knew that she wouldn't be able to calm down unless she had something to focus on.

Once she had her sketchbook and a handful of pencils, she started back for the dock. She wondered if she should just draw something from her own mind, since the trees and lake were always the same and boring enough to look at, let alone draw.

She felt the crease in her forehead disappearing a bit as she pondered her surroundings. She didn't usually like being around nature, but there were some beautiful things that she could draw. She'd seen quite a few butterflies around, and she could probably draw one from her memory by now.

The image was coming together in her mind as she continued her walk, and just as she was emerging from the trees at the dock, she snapped out of her daze as she noticed someone sitting at the dock. It took her only a handful of seconds to identify it as Lexa. The brunette hair was damp, and she was wearing her bikini, but it looked like she'd been there for a while.

Clarke took in a silent breath, wondering if she should go over, because it seemed like Lexa might want to be alone. Despite having wanted to be alone as well, Clarke wouldn't mind being with Lexa, but she had no evidence that that feeling was mutual. She hadn't ever been around Lexa when the brunette wasn't happy – though that seemed like always.

She ended up deciding to leave the girl alone, but as she took a step back, she stepped on a few twigs, which snapped noisily and drew Lexa's attention immediately. She looked alarmed until she saw that it was Clarke. A smile immediately appeared on her face. "Hi."

"Hey," Clarke replied. "Uh, I didn't know you were here."

"I was bored," Lexa explained, shrugging her shoulders. "Were you looking to be alone?"

Clarke nodded, but she was now making her way over to Lexa, and took a seat next to her. "Yeah, but I don't mind if you're here." She crossed her legs and set her sketchbook on top of them, not opening it yet. "I had to get away from camp. Octavia is stressing me out."

Lexa frowned. "Oh. I'm sorry." Clarke just shrugged, grateful that Lexa hadn't inquired further about the situation. "Were you gonna draw?"

"I don't know what I should draw," the blonde returned, finally opening the sketchbook to the next clean page. "Any suggestions?"

"I dunno," Lexa replied. She turned her body so that she was facing Clarke, and leaned against one of the wooden posts that stuck up on the edge of the dock. "I actually came over here to get away from camp, too."

"What happened?" Clarke wondered, because she was getting the vibe that Lexa wanted to talk about it.

As the brunette began to talk, Clarke found that her pencil began to move across the paper, forming the shape of Lexa's face. "I guess I'm just missing being able to be alone. There's like no privacy here, you know? The cabins lock, but anyone who has the key can get in."

"Yeah. I kind of forgot about why I didn't want to be here in the first place, and all of the drama between the pods and shit is reminding me," Clarke muttered, her pencil carefully outlining perfectly shaped eyes.

"You really don't like it here, huh?"

Clarke glanced up at the brunette, who was looking at her with a careful expression. "It hasn't been as bad as I thought it would be." As she said it, she felt her cheeks warm and she immediately lowered her gaze back down to her drawing. It was a rough sketch, but it was pretty clear who the subject was.

"Well, that's good," Lexa said, laughing lightly. "I didn't think there would be this much drama either. I'm trying to stay pretty removed from it."

"Same, but Octavia keeps trying to pull me into it," Clarke said, sighing.

"She still trying to figure out if Echo and Bellamy are sleeping together?" Lexa wondered, quirking up an eyebrow. Clarke nodded, glancing up again.

"Apparently there's a spot in the woods where people have sex a lot," Clarke replied.

"I think that's weird," Lexa said. "I mean, I feel like unless you had a nice tent, that would be so uncomfortable."

Clarke laughed. "Yeah, same, I don't know. I guess it's just too hard to keep other people out of the cabins."

"That's true. Like I said, there's hardly any privacy here. Especially if they're hooking up at night. No one ever goes into our cabin during the day," Lexa said, shrugging her shoulders.

"I wouldn't know about mine. I don't usually go there during the day," the blonde admitted, looking back down at her sketchbook in order to continue her drawing. "If no one ever goes into your cabin, why don't you just go there when you want to be alone?"

"This is nicer," Lexa answered, without hesitation. "Plus, if there's a chance I'll see you here, that doesn't bother me either."

Clarke smiled at the picture she was drawing, aware of the blush on her cheeks and feeling too shy to look up and meet the brunette's glowing green eyes that she knew where focused just on her. "Fair enough," Clarke said, her smile practically able to be heard in her voice.

They sat there for a while, and Clarke kept glancing up at the brunette as she drew, though Lexa didn't notice, because she began to doze. She looked like a picture out of a movie, her eyelids fluttering slightly, indicating that she wasn't in a deep sleep. Her hair was coming over her shoulder, resting against her bare skin. Whatever water had been left on her body was now dry, and clad only in her bikini, her flawless skin was visible nearly everywhere.

Clarke found herself visibly gulping as her pencil copied the perfect picture in front of her. Despite that, though, it was far more peaceful sitting there drawing Lexa, than it would've been if she'd been completely alone.

After about half an hour, the brunette hummed, waking up slowly. Clarke glanced up as her green eyes fluttered open, glancing around like she was momentarily confused. They stuck when they fell on Clarke, though. "Hi," she murmured.

"You took a nap," Clarke said obviously, her lips turning up into a small smile.

Lexa let out a light laugh. "Thanks, didn't realize. Have you been drawing this whole time?"

"It's only been like thirty minutes," Clarke reasoned, "but yeah, I have. You make a nice sleeping model." She bravely turned her sketchbook around so that Lexa could see it, and the green eyes that Clarke was staring at widened as they looked on the sketch.

"Wow, you're really good."

"You're really nice to draw," Clarke bounced back, though her cheeks were warming up. They tended to do that a lot around Lexa. She closed the sketchbook, and Lexa's gaze rose up to the blonde's face. They were quiet for a moment, and then Lexa suddenly adjusted her position slightly.

"I feel like swimming."

"Don't you always?" Clarke asked, laughing lightly as she set her sketchbook next to her and put her hands in her lap. "Go ahead and swim, I'm not stopping you."

"You should swim with me," Lexa suggested, widening her eyes slightly hopefully.

"I didn't wear anything to swim in under this today," Clarke said, and Lexa rolled her eyes.

"Fine." She scooted to the edge of the dock and then pushed herself off of it, submerging herself into the lake water. A few moments later, she resurfaced, turning and looking up at the dock at Clarke, who was turning her body slightly to face the water. "You sure?"

"I'm not swimming in these clothes."

Lexa quirked up an eyebrow. "You could take them off." Clarke almost choked on air as the brunette made the suggestion. A smirk appeared on Lexa's face a second later, though, and Clarke could only imagine what her face had looked like. "Suit yourself."

She dove under water again, and Clarke just scooted a bit closer to the water, hanging her legs off of the edge and peering down to see if she could see Lexa through it. She couldn't, because it was so murky. Just as she was thinking about how gross lake water was, the swimmer suddenly broke the surface of the water again and grabbed both of Clarke's shoe-encased feet, pulling her into the water.

Clarke squealed as she was suddenly submerged in water, and when she came up, Lexa was a few feet away from her, like she was expecting a counterattack. "Lexa!" Clarke exclaimed. "I'm fully dressed!"

"That was your call," Lexa said, smirking evilly.

Clarke huffed, staying afloat and she reached into the water and took off her shoes, setting them up on the dock. "Fine, I'm in the water now." She wasn't even upset now, though, because Lexa's gaze seemed to be permanently stuck on her, and it was impossible to think if anything other than those eyes. "Happy?"

"Yes," Lexa replied, daring to swim closer now. Clarke let her come about a foot closer, and then she sent a splash of water in the girl's direction, and Lexa squeaked. "Hey!"

"You pulled me in the water!" Clarke exclaimed.

Lexa hummed. "I'm sorry," she said, smiling widely as she started swimming closer again. "Forgive me?"

"You're a dork," Clarke said, tempted to splash the girl again but opting not to.

"And?"

Clarke rolled her eyes at the question, but her breath was suddenly stolen from her as Lexa reached her, and wrapped her arms around her body. "Mm, and I don't mind," Clarke returned, her voice barely a whisper now. The silent world around them was barely there – the green of the trees weren't needed anymore once Lexa's eyes were there, looking into Clarke's.

"Good to hear," Lexa murmured. Clarke swallowed thickly, her gaze falling on plump lips that she wanted so desperately to lean in and kiss, and following their movements as Lexa teased, "What are you staring at?"

Clarke didn't even answer, immediately closing the distance in between them and pressing her lips against Lexa's. Lexa's arms immediately tightened around Clarke's body, keeping them flush against each other.

The blonde, feeling some sense of confidence, or maybe just hormones, overwhelm her, took control of the kiss, delving her tongue into Lexa's mouth and placing her hands on the bare skin on Lexa's torso under the water. "Mm," Lexa hummed. They separated for air for a split second, and then joined together again, their kiss hot and messy and, fuck, it was everything that Clarke needed.

Lexa began to take control of the kiss, though, as her hands slid up and under Clarke's soaked shirt and pressing her fingers into the smooth skin here. The blonde let out a needy moan into Lexa's mouth. The swimmer's left hand suddenly dropped lower than Clarke's back and grasped the back of Clarke's thigh instead, pulling it up against her body. The water made the movement slightly awkward.

Clarke hummed against Lexa's lips, pulling away slightly and mumbling, "Can we get out of the water?"

"Whatever you want," Lexa murmured, and their lips joined for another moment before they had to break apart to climb up onto the dock. When they were both standing on it, Clarke tore off her shirt – partially because it was soaked through and just annoying, but also because she needed to be as close as possible to Lexa.

The brunette embraced her as soon as the shirt was gone, pressing their bodies and lips together once again. Then Lexa's lips were suddenly at Clarke's neck, and along her collarbone, and somehow she'd been pushed against one of the small trees at the edge of the treeline. "Lexa," Clarke moaned, before pulling the girl's face up back to hers, stealing her lips in a fiery kiss.

"Yes?" Lexa muttered hotly against the blonde's lips, before pulling away a tiny distance. Clarke tried to grab her lips again with her own, but the brunette pulled away a fraction of an inch more, stopping her and raising a challenging eyebrow.

"Lexa," Clarke growled.

"Yes?" Lexa asked again, her green eyes extremely darkened. "What do you want, Clarke?"

"You," Clarke whined, trying again to get the girl's lips back but to no avail.

"What about me? What do you want me to do?" Lexa asked, her voice so low, and Clarke could feel the wetness in between her legs.

Clarke practically whimpered. "I want you to fuck me, Lexa."

"Right now? Here?"

"I don't fucking care, Lexa," Clarke growled. The sexual tension in her body had been building up for far too long since her first kiss with Lexa, and she needed it relieved now. "Yes."

Lexa's lips were back on Clarke's, finally, and her hands were roaming the bare skin on Clarke's torso. The blonde mildly wished that they weren'toutside, because or else she might've torn her bra off by now, because it just felt so I the way.

Lexa made do, though, grabbing the edges of Clarke's pants and pulling them downward, the button popping undone by itself. Clarke wiggled out of them, and once they were off, Lexa pinned her properly against the tree. Her bare leg pushed itself in between the blonde's thighs, pushing against her center, but hardly relieving anything.

Clarke was pretty sure that the brunette really liked to kiss her neck, because her lips were there again in a moment, sucking on the skin there and causing the blonde to tilt her head upwards. She found herself grinding on Lexa's leg desperately, but the brunette apparently saw more value in taking her time.

Finally, though, Lexa's hand slid into Clarke's underwear, which was soaked both from the water and now from her core, and gently touched her. Clarke immediately gasped, her body bucking slightly, trying to get any closer to the touch. Lexa began to explore Clarke's lower lips, and the blonde moaned, rocking against her fingers and feeling the tension build up inside of her. "Fuck," she groaned, before biting down on her lower lip.

Lexa bit down lightly on the skin on her shoulder, and Clarke moaned, her body feeling too many things at once to register any specific feeling other than ecstasy. And finally, she felt release, as her body exploded into a thousand different sensations, and she moaned out Lexa's name like it was a lifeline.

She breathed heavily for a moment, before opening her eyes and suddenly being met by a dark, green gaze. "That what you wanted?"

"Fuck yes," Clarke breathed out, before suddenly shoving her lips against Lexa's, knowing that both of their lips were swollen by this point, and maneuvering them so that their positions were reversed.

Lexa whimpered once she realized that she was now under Clarke's control, and her hands tried to pull Clarke impossibly closer.

"What about you, Lex? What do you want?"

Lexa's hand suddenly found Clarke's, taking hold of it and sliding it into her own bikini bottoms. "Touch me, please."

Clarke obliged, feeling Lexa's body begging for more as she did so.

"Lexa?" A voice suddenly said, followed by a, "Holy shit! I did not need to see that!"

Clarke and Lexa were basically flailing as they pulled apart, turning to see Anya, with her hand over her eyes. "Anya! What the fuck?" Lexa exclaimed.

"Someone said they hadn't seen you all day and I thought you might be here! Glad to know that you showed this spot to blondie and decided to make it a hookup spot, though," Anya said sarcastically. "No offense, Clarke."

Clarke crossed her arms over her bra, glancing between Lexa and Anya awkwardly. "Ah... I'm gonna... go." She slid her shorts and shirt on, followed by her shoes, and then grabbed her sketchbook. "Um, I'll see you later, Lexa."

"Yeah," Lexa replied, grabbing Clarke and placing a gentle kiss on her lips, and Clarke pulled away with a smile, before disappearing into the woods.

Lexa looked back to Anya. "What?"

"So, you and Clarke are actually fucking now?"

"Well, we sure were trying to," Lexa replied, "before you showed up. What's up, why were you looking for me?"

"Thought I'd let you know the good news," Anya said, sounding amused in the way that made Lexa know that whatever it was was not good news.

"She did what?" Clarke exclaimed.

"Yeah, she straight up walked into the mess hall and just confronted Echo about it. Of course, that didn't go too well. They nearly started pulling each others' hair out. Wanna know the best part?" Raven asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Not really?"

Raven smirked. "Faculty is pissed. Pod One and Pod Six will now be required to spend the weekend in tents, in the field. We got assigned a tent buddy from the other pod." Clarke's eyebrows rose. "You got Caris."

"Well shit."

"Wanted Lexa?"

"Shut the fuck up."

Raven raised an eyebrow. "What's got you all snappy?"

"Nothing," Clarke muttered. Even though she felt quite relieved sexually, she was very disappointed about not being able to please Lexa all of the way.

"Why are you all wet?"

"I went swimming."

Raven blinked. "In your clothes?"

"Yes."

"With your sketchpad?"

"It didn't go into the water."

"Were you with Lexa?" Raven finally asked.

"Do you know any other swimmer who could get me to swim fully clothed?"

"I hope she pushed you in."

Clarke smirked, remembering how she'd pushed her friend into the lake the previous day. "She pulled me in, actually. I'd say I ended up with the better half of the deal, though."

"What does that mean?"

"Oh, nothing."

"Clarke!"

Clarke narrowed her eyes. "I'm not telling you things anymore, Raven."

"What? Because I told Octavia about you and Lexa? Anyone with eyes knew that you two were totally interested in one another!" the brunette exclaimed. "Come on! Did you two finally have sex?"

Clarke took a wide step around her friend, pointedly avoiding the question and making her way toward her cabin – she needed to wash up and change.

"Clarke!"

"See you at the tents tonight, Raven!"