A/N: Chapter's title is from a song by Rise Against.

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Chapter Thirteen: Give it all

When she wakes up she finds herself entangled in Clarke's body, their legs are intertwined and Lexa is almost completely on top of Clarke, her head still resting on the blonde's breasts, the warm arm still holding her. Clarke's right hand has moved to her arm, fully embracing her and keeping her close. Lexa's tears have dried and she feels incredibly at peace in the earl morning, light just starting to creep into the tent, her love asleep underneath her.

She wishes she could stop time and take an eternity with Clarke like this. She knows that night she has found her place and she doesn't ever want to leave that moment. She doesn't want Clarke to go back to her people, she herself doesn't wish to go back to Polis. But she would never try to keep Clarke away from who she loves, so she hopes she will find a way to help Clarke before the scouts come back. She wants to aid her in protecting her people and she knows that Clarke will refuse her help unless she can actually offer something the sky girl wouldn't be able to achieve alone. She's scared by the idea of Clarke facing Nydia alone, she can't let the new commander hurt or kill the blonde.

But then Lexa is thrown out of her thoughts when the hand on her arm moves and she realises Clarke is awake.

Clarke has been awake since before Lexa woke and she's been trying to keep her thoughts out of her mind, she wants to enjoy the moment and her thoughts threaten to ruin it. Tired of fighting with herself she decides to let Lexa know she's awake.

Lexa holds her breath and stops her hand that had started tracing patterns on Clarke's hip without her noticing. She doesn't know what to expect, if Clarke is awake why hasn't she moved away yet? Does that mean she's enjoying this as much as the brunette is? She doesn't dare to hope and she closes her eyes getting ready for the blonde pushing her away.

Instead of being pushed away though, she feels Clarke's hand start rubbing her back and she releases a sigh without thinking.

For a while none of them talk, Clarke's hand still caressing Lexa's back, Lexa's hand has resumed drawing non-senses on Clarke's skin.

Eventually Clarke breathes out a low "Morning", her voice still raspy from sleep makes Lexa shiver with pleasure and desire to hear it every morning.

"Good morning, Clarke" Lexa whispers back, afraid of breaking the magic.

They don't talk, they just keep touching the other, gentle, barely there caresses, the brush of a hand, fingers grazing skin softly. Some time passes by before any of them feels the need to fill the silence.

And even when someone talk, it's not the silence that needs filling, more like Clarke's stomach. The blonde could easily sleep well through the morning without eating, but once she's awake she needs food, no compromises.

"You hungry?" she asks with a sigh.

"Not really", the brunette doesn't want to ever move from their position on the bed. Food can surely wait, but Clarke's stomach is getting insistent, so she pushes herself up and allows an amused smile to stretch on her lips.

"I guess we should go get some breakfast before your stomach wakes the whole village" she jokes and as she starts to wake up Clarke groans.

"Don't" she stops her with a hand on her arm, "Stay here, I'll just bring something back and we can eat in bed."

Lexa looks down at her surprised. She's standing naked at the side of the bed, Clarke's eyes on hers, but she doesn't care, her heart is hammering in her chest because Clarke doesn't want this moment to end either and she wants to have breakfast with Lexa, in bed. She wants to spend time with Lexa and she wants to do so in intimacy.

Lexa smiles at Clarke as she stands to retrieve her clothes, she watches the blonde leave the tent before sitting down on the bed and breaking into a gorgeous smile.

When Clarke comes back with food and water, Lexa has put some clothes on and she's reading something on the bed.

They talk of small nothings and meaningless things, they even smile and almost laugh a bit when Lexa manages to smash some berries on her chin because she was too busy staring at Clarke's smile. They eat everything Clarke brought back to the tent and then they just sit in silence on the bed.

At some point Clarke starts to hum some song of the old world and Lexa feels herself dozing off. She falls asleep leaning her head on the blonde's lap and it's a long while before Clarke gets up, carefully lifting Lexa's head and making her rest it on the pillow.

Lexa wakes up to an empty bed and a tent lacking in Clarke's presence. Her heart sinks immediately thinking that the blonde has gone off when she fell asleep. Then she figures it's better that way, at least there was no awkwardness.

She gets up as she thinks back to the night before. Clarke and she almost had sex, but Lexa is happy they didn't do it because what they did instead was much more intimate. The sex they could have had would have been some broken fuck, a shattered remain of what could have happened had the things turned out differently. But sleeping together bare souls in each other arms was anything but broken, it felt like healing, a sweet beginning to a healing process.

She's lost in her thoughts and hopes when she finds something carefully placed on a stool facing the bed. Lexa picks it up and sucks in a breath in surprise and awe. It is a drawing, a drawing of her. Clarke must have drew her while she was asleep. It doesn't look finished, but it's a beautiful piece of art, there are so many emotions pouring out of it that Lexa finds herself choking for a second. Clarke portrayed her in such a peaceful manner, Lexa looks innocent and young on the paper, she looks at peace, calm, free and almost, the brunette dares to think, happy. Lexa thinks she looks loved, and the thought raises lot of emotions that threaten to drown her, but she can't let go of the drawing. Does Clarke see her like this? Does Clarke see that in her, after all that she has done? Does Clarke see the peace that could have been, the happiness that once had a chance to sparkle, the love that refuses to die, stubborn, the innocence that once existed? Does Clarke know she still dares to have hope? Because there is hope in the drawing. It's hidden beneath the closed eyelids of the sleeping girl, poking out from her slightly parted lips. You could miss it if you weren't looking for it, but Lexa sees it clearly and her heart skips a bit at the brightness of it all.

The flap of the tent moves and Lexa turns around to find Clarke just inside the tent staring at her, or at what she's holding. "Oh, that's... That's not finished yet" she says shyly.

Lexa looks down at the drawing again and whispers, reverence evident in her voice, "It's beautiful, Clarke".

"Thanks" Clarke sounds slightly nervous and Lexa thinks it's adorable, but the blonde shouldn't be shy about her art, she's a great artist from what Lexa can see. But then, maybe Clarke is nervous about what Lexa could find in the drawing and Lexa can understand why. Clarke has poured her feelings too in that work and it's a scary thing to expose herself so much, but she can't help it, when she makes art she can't keep her passion, her emotions out of it.

Clarke moves closer and joins Lexa examining the drawing, she can admit the beauty of it, but she thinks it's due to the stunning beauty of the model, she almost blushes at the thought.

"Where did you go?" Lexa dares to ask.

Clarke chuckles softly, "I just had to pee, Lexa".

A small smile appears on the brunette's face and she laughs at herself, happy Clarke didn't leave her while she was asleep.

Clarke almost smiles back before gently taking the drawing from Lexa's hands and moving to put it away. Lexa is a bit disappointed at the loss, but she hopes she'll get a chance to see it again when it's finished.

"Will you show me if you finish it?" she asks, the lightness in her tone a surprise to them both.

Clarke shrugs, but then turns her gaze on her bag, where she just put the drawing, and she gives it a thoughtful look, "Maybe".

Lexa can't help but keep smiling. She'll work hard to turn that maybe into a yes.

But for now "maybe" is more than enough for both of them.