Chapter 21

Clarke tugged at the waistband of Lexa's trousers as she backed up into the tent. She fell onto the warriors bed, pulling her down with her. "Is this gonna hurt?" Clarke noted the needle type implements that lay next to her, her forehead creasing at the sight of them.

Lexa rolled onto her back and began to laugh. "Clarke Griffin, fearless leader scared of marking tools!" She announced in a mocking tone.

Clarke elbowed Lexa in the hip, grunting with annoyance. "No!" She replied defensively, trying not to look at the tools. "I, I just don't like needles..." Clarke sat up and began to examine the sharp splinter like implements.

"Clarke, you have faced much worse than a marker." Lexa took it from Clarke's grasp, poking her own finger with the pointed end.

A tiny drop of blood appeared and Clarke turned pale. "I, I don't know that I can do this."

Lexa placed her finger in her mouth, sucking away the blood. "It is not horrific pain Clarke." Lexa pulled off her armor, then her top; revealing vine like tattoos that traced the outline of her breasts, trailing down and off her hip. "This one caused me the most pain." She pointed to the one Clarke could see the top half of on her hip bone. Clarke ran her finger along the art that decorated the already beautiful warrior that lay before her.

"Where," Clarke began to speak then started to look at how the tattoo wrapped around the bottom half of Lexa's left breast; making her forget entirely what she was going to say.

"Where..." Lexa prompted, a smug smile appearing on her face when Clarke began to blush- realizing Lexa had caught her staring.

"Oh, um... where do you want me to mark you?" Clarke began to play with her fingers as she waited for the pink to disappear from her cheeks.

Lexa sat up and motioned to her right bicep. "I wish for it to be here, somewhere where it can be seen."

Clarke smiled at Lexa. "And you want a ring style one right?"

Lexa nodded. "It just needs to wrap around my arm. You may be as creative as you wish with it, or it may just be a simple line. I just want to have something to remind me of you Clarke."

Clarke blushed again and Lexa passed her a charcoal like drawing tool. "Use this before you make the mark permanent."

Clarke sighed with relief, realizing there was now slightly less of a chance that she would mess up her design. "Thanks."

The commander lifted her arm while Clarke drew; using the tattoos that adorned the warriors body as reference. "I...I think I'm happy with it." Clarke mumbled after ten minutes of scribbling. "It's kind of simple but I don't want to mess it up."

Lexa handed Clarke the sharp implement and motioned to the top. "You want to go this deep," Clarke nodded taking it into her hand. "don't be worried about hurting me, if you do not go this deep the dye will not stain. I wish to remember you for my life Clarke, not simply a few days." Clarke pulled the black, ink type substance towards her and inhaled deeply, pressing the inked marker into Lexa's skin.

Lexa winced slightly but hid this from Clarke- not wanting to seem weak. "Perhaps not as deep as that Sky Girl." She teased.

Clarke continued, applying slightly less pressure until she had traced the entire design; filling in all the areas with the dye. "Okay it's done." Clarke put down the tool and looked at the design. "I think it's okay but I can't really see it great.. Your skins quite red.. Does it hurt babe?" Lexa looked at Clarke; her brow furrowing at the term. Clarke quickly turned red and began to fuss with the dye pots. "I, I uh didn't mean... It's a term my people use sometimes I guess, don't worry about it."

"I like it." Lexa smiled as she watched Clarke panicking, trying to find more stuff to move around. Lexa placed her hand on Clarke's, standing behind her girlfriend so her breasts rested against the sky girl's back. "You worry to much over the opinions of others," Lexa began to kiss down Clarke's neck. "you are a commander Sky Girl," She peeled Clarke's top off of her then bent her over the bed. "you should not worry, you are perfect... the opinions of others will not change this." Lexa kissed along Clarke's back then began to unzip her trousers.

"What are you-" Clarke tried to get up but Lexa hushed her and pushed her shoulder until she was bent over the bed once again.

Lexa gently pulled Clarke's trousers and underwear off then reached for the drawing tools. "Although it makes me smile to see you defy your mother..." Clarke shuddered feeling the cold tip of the coal touching the base of her back. "I do not wish to get on the wrong side of her." Clarke relaxed into the bed as Lexa drew, trying not to think about how exposed she felt in the position.

"Why do you fear my mother?" Clarke giggled and Lexa instinctively dug her nails into the back of the Sky Girl, the sound of her laughter driving the warrior insane. Clarke moaned loudly; Lexa immediately removing her left hand from her back in fear she hurt her.

"Are you hurt Clarke?" Lexa placed a palm on where her nail marks etched into Clarke's skin.

Clarke released her grasp from Lexa's bed. "No, it was just that I," She buried her head

into Lexa's sheets. "I enjoyed it." She mumbled, her words muffled by Lexa's bedding.

Lexa sighed; relieved, then proceeded to continue her drawing. She traced a sun like design as the base of Clarke's spine with tribal markings coming off from it. "Are you prepared?" She asked Clarke, walking to get a clean marker.

Clarke grunted into the bed. "Yeah I guess."

Lexa poked at Clarke and stopped immediately as she heard her wince in pain. "Did I go too deep Sky Girl?"

Clarke laughed into the sheets. "If only Octavia were here to hear that," she raised her head and looked to Lexa. "it wasn't actually that bad, I just made the noise from fear it was gonna sting like a bitch."

Lexa chuckled under her breath and continued to poke at Clarke's skin; watching as the dye took the form of her design.

Twenty minutes passed and Lexa slapped Clarke's bum, the sound of it filling the entire tent. "It is done."

Clarke stood up, squinting in pain over how sore her skin felt. "Did you seriously just smack my bum?" She giggled watching a smug grin pull at her girlfriends face.

Lexa rested her hands on Clarke's hips and pulled her in to kiss her. "Do not tell your mother of your mark, she dislikes me enough as it is."

Clarke ran her fingers along the new design that stained Lexa's skin. "She doesn't dislike you... She's just having a hard time letting go of the idea that I'm not a kid anymore."

"Either way, she will not appreciate the idea that I have marked you despite her orders not to." Lexa kissed Clarke's nose then grabbed her clothes off the bed.

"Heda may I enter?" Octavia called from outside the tent.

Lexa tossed Clarke's clothing to her and waited her for her to get dressed before responding. "You may."

Octavia ran in, beads of sweat running down her face. "We've got word from Bellamy. The flare has just gone up... It's time."

Note from author: Hey, sorry for not publishing as much recently... works been pretty hectic. I have spent the most part of this evening writing so will be posting a chapter a day for the next few days. Hope you all enjoy it :)