Hii! I'm sorry if I haven't explained the two year gap in the story very well. After this chapter, I'll add in some flash backs to fill in the gaps :)
Hope you enjoy!
As soon as Raven had decided to let Clarke go, she darted from the room in search of Lexa, hoping she would be able to weave through the maze like corridors of the army base. The blonde could vaguely remember walking down what felt like the longest corridor to have ever existed when Octavia and Raven lead her to her room. Luckily after a few mishaps and curse words, Clarke finally found herself at one end of said corridor, suddenly feeling very nervous at the prospect of coming face to face with Lexa. She remembered the excitement she used to feel when she had first met the brunette, there was something that just pulled her in, like gravity. No matter of time or distance would ever rid her of that feeling. She had to see her.
Clarke's feet moved swiftly, her white pumps squeaking against the laminate flooring below. She huffed out in annoyance around half way down the corridor, briefly looking behind her to find she hadn't actually made it that far.
"For gods sake" Clarke's words flew past her lips in barely a whisper, but somehow Lincoln had meandered down the corridor from the opposite direction, a slight smile playing on his lips at the disgruntled blonde before him.
"Bad day?"
Clarke looked up, locking eyes with Lincoln's playful brown orbs. She let out something akin to a laugh before replying, "Bad couple of years"
The look on Lincoln's face was no longer playful, but remorseful. "I'm sorry, Clarke. You're looking for Lexa?"
"How did you know?"
The warm smile on Lincoln's face warmed Clarke's heart. She always found him to be the kindest out of the pack.
"Call it a hunch. She's in the control room with Bell. It's down this corridor, then to the right. You can't miss it"
Clarke nodded her head in appreciation, offering a tiny smile before she took her final steps towards the end of the corridor, leaving Lincoln to watch her go.
The sound of raised voices had Clarke peaking around the corner of the corridor, seeing the door what must be the control room ajar. She made sure to pick her feet up properly as to not make a sound as she descended on the room. Lexa's voice instantly awoke something in Clarke's chest. She pushed it down when she heard Bellamy raising his voice in reply. The closer she got, the clearer the words came to Clarke. She knew she should really announce her presence, but she couldn't deny they would instantly stop talking about whatever it is they were talking about as soon as she entered the room. So, it didn't really leave her with any other choice than to eavesdrop.
"Are you sure, Bellamy?"
Bellamy raised his brows again, feeling exhausted with this conversation already. "Yes, Lexa. I'm sure. There's no doubt we need to stock up on supplies. We barely have any food left, not to mention we're steadily running out of water. We probably have until the end of the week, and we're going to starve to death after that"
Lexa closed her eyes, momentarily gathering herself, before she placed both hands on the table separating herself and Bellamy. Her head bowed down, her own exhaustion pulling at her limbs, begging for the rest they so desperately needed.
"Ok, me and you shall go today to try and find what we need. Are you up for it?"
Before Bellamy even had the chance to open his mouth to reply, the door swung open, revealing a disgruntled looking Clarke, her brows turned downwards and lips parted as she regained her breath.
"Clarke, what are you.."
The blonde raised her hand, successfully silencing Lexa before she went to speak herself.
"I'm going with you"
Bellamy watched on, not daring to speak. Not when Lexa looked like she was about to erupt.
"Don't be ridiculous. You're not going anywhere"
Clarke felt her wolf sparking to life, the anger bubbling through her chest at the brunette's words.
"What happened to not controlling me, Lexa?"
The two girls had gradually drifted towards each other, now standing a couple of feet apart whilst they stared intently at one another.
"Things aren't the same, Clarke. You have no idea what dangers lurk out there" Lexa's voice had softened slightly, but her intense gaze never faltered. Clarke seemed taken aback by Lexa's resolve, thinking maybe she had made a mistake. Only until Lexa decided to retreat, looking directly at Bellamy before she announced they would now be leaving, without Clarke.
"No! Either I go with you, or I go out there on my own. Your choice" The words had left Clarke's mouth without her even thinking, causing Lexa's body to stiffen and swiftly turn on her heels. Her almost black eyes sending a shiver through Clarke. If looks could kill. The blonde thought to herself.
"Fine. Let's go" With Lexa's words, Bellamy and Clarke followed closely, the older boy looking worriedly between the two girls as they walked.
They reached the garages within minutes, Lexa not waiting for Clarke before she disappeared into a side room. On return, the brunette was holding a magnitude of weapons and what looked like bullet proof vests. Bellamy went about grabbing what he usually would, a sturdy rifle and handgun which he strapped to his thigh. Clarke watched as Lexa followed suit, but instead, she attached a sharp looking dagger to her thigh, with two mean looking swords strapped to her back. They both placed the vests over their chests, strapping themselves in. Clarke simply stood watching, not having any clue as to what to do or what to take. She shook her head in disbelief at herself. She refused to look like a clueless fool after just demanding to accompany the two on their supply run.
Clarke denied Bellamy of any help, whilst she strapped her own bullet proof vest across her chest. Then, taking one of the handguns, she played with it, holding it in both hands before placing it back in it's holster on her waist. Luckily, she could remember the day her father had taught her how to use one. She'd be lost right now without that lesson.
After turning, she found Lexa's eyes on her, the brunette watching intently with a spark in her eyes, possibly adoration or pride. But it was gone within the blink of an eye, causing Clarke to let out a frustrated sigh before making her way over to the armoured jeep. She opted to sit in the back, away from both Lexa and Bellamy.
"Lets roll" Bellamy's sarcastic remark got no rise out of the girls, both of them too stubborn for their own good. He glanced in his rear view mirror finding Clarke scowling out of her window and Lexa out of her own. God knows what happened between them, but he simply wanted to get the supplies and return home. The jeep roared to life beneath them , causing Clarke to jump slightly before she settled again when Bellamy drove away from the garage, saluting up towards the control tower when both gates rattled open for them.
The sun remained high in the sky, hidden behind the darkened clouds, causing a light grey sheen to cover the roads ahead. Clarke couldn't quite remember the journey from when Lexa had rescued her and Bellamy. Maybe it was the adrenaline or just simply the shock of everything. The blonde certainly didn't remember the vast amount of burnt out cars littering the highway in front of them, and certainly not the remnants of what looked like skeletal bodies splayed out across said cars.
Lexa noticed them just after, looking warily across at Bellamy who adorned the same look on his face.
"These weren't here earlier, were they?"
"No" Lexa's answer sent a wave of worry through Clarke, even though she didn't have a clue what they meant. Whatever it was, it wasn't anything good.
"Stay alert" Bellamy nodded his head in confirmation, Clarke following suit before she felt the car speeding up, past the remains and weaving expertly through the littered cars.
After a good ten minutes of silent driving, Clarke felt Bellamy slowing the car down, rolling it to the side of the road before it came to a complete stop. He shut the engine down, leaving the three in an eerie silence without the usual sounds of cars passing, or the odd bird call. Just silence.
Lexa was the first to exit the car, making sure to leave the door slightly ajar as to not attract any unwanted attention by the slamming it shut. Bellamy followed, pulling his rifle close to his chest whilst surveying the area. Clarke watched on as both Bellamy and Lexa seemed to be doing some sort of perimeter check, looking between the adjacent buildings and up towards the multiple roof's. Clarke finally plucked up the courage to leave the safety of the jeep, mirroring Lexa's previous actions of not shutting the car door completely. She walked slowly down the side walk, her head spinning at what used to be a bustling town, now it was barely standing. The windows in all of the shops were either shattered, or boarded up, leaving little to the imagination of what happened here.
Without realising, Clarke walked right into the back of Lexa, causing the brunette to spin on the spot, her knife at the ready in her hand. Unable to move, Clarke simply looked up into green eyes, finding a storm brewing behind them. The blonde tentatively raised her hand, placing it gently against Lexa's which was by her side. She gradually watched in amazement as the storm dissipated in Lexa's eyes, leaving her completely vulnerable and open.
"Lexa" Clarke's whisper ghosted across her lips, before she felt two arms slink around her waist, pulling her flush against the brunette's chest. Clarke looked back up, surprised when she found Lexa's head facing to their left, her brows furrowed together and eyes wide in panic. It wasn't until Clarke followed Lexa's gaze that she discovered what had unsettled the brunette. It was simply one of the ugliest things Clarke had ever seen. It's four, long skeletal legs bent in disgustingly awkward angles, which shouldn't be possible. It's thin, skull head had two black eyes, both staring straight at herself and Lexa, with blood steadily dripping from it's dangerously sharp teeth.
Clarke's breathing had accelerated ten fold, causing Lexa to direct her attention away from the crawler, and back to the blonde in her arms. She gently squeezed Clarke's waist, successfully grabbing the younger girls attention. Her blue eyes were filled with a mixture of panic, shock and worry whilst Lexa pulled one of her hands up to her own face, placing a single finger against her lips, praying that Clarke understood her. Thankfully, she watched as the blonde nodded her head once in confirmation before turning her attention back to the crawler, which hadn't moved itself. Lexa knew from experience that these creatures lacked the gift of sight, but that only enhanced their sense of smell. The brunette all but held her breath as she watched the crawler's nostrils flare a few times, whilst lifting its head further into the air and licking the dropping blood from one of it's jagged fangs.
Both girls daren't move, in fear of the crawler picking up on their presence. Lexa watched as it seemed to give up, turning it's attention away from them and stalking further down the street until it disappeared down one of the alleyways. Clarke didn't let go of Lexa, and Lexa was more than happy to hold the shivering blonde until she was ready to be let go. Their heart beats seemed to beat in time to one another, as if they were one person.
The sound of gun fire brought them away from each other, sharing a look of utter panic before Lexa drew both swords from her back and Clarke the same with her handgun. The echoing gun fire died down, leaving both girls panting as they surveyed the area. Lexa stepped forward into the middle of the road, effectively shielding Clarke and also getting a good vantage point. From here she could see if anyone or anything were creeping up on them as well as down the adjacent alleyway where the crawler had disappeared.
Clarke was about to open her mouth to address Lexa when footsteps broke through the heavy silence. Bellamy came charging down the road, blood lining his face and rifle no where to be seen.
"Get in the car! Go!"
Lexa swivelled around, latching onto Clarke's hand and practically dragged her back towards the jeep. The blonde jumped into the passengers seat, with Lexa jumping up and sliding effortlessly across the bonnet before she clambered into the drivers side. Luckily, Bellamy had left the keys in the ignition, causing Lexa to let out a heavy sigh before she turned the keys, letting the car roar to life. She pushed her foot down on the accelerator, feeling the car jerk slightly before it sped down the road towards Bellamy.
Clarke inhaled sharply at the number of the creatures that now chased Bellamy. Not just the one from before, but at least ten of the ugly buggers. They were fast too, given their size. Lexa expertly turned the car in a 180 degree turn, the tyres screeching out in protest. The adrenaline pumping through both girls was palpable as they waited for Bellamy, his feet carrying him as fast as humanly possible.
Eventually, after what felt like hours, Bellamy grabbed a hold of the door handle, yanking it away as he threw his adrenaline fuelled body onto the back seats. Lexa didn't bother waiting for him to shut the door before she sped away from the crawlers, seeing one of them flying through the air and narrowly missing the car before it face planted against the tarmac.
"Are you ok? Are you hurt?" Lexa's cool demeanour sent Clarke's head spinning. She was practically in bits inside herself.
"One of them crept up on me. I should have been more alert, I'm sorry Lexa"
"It's ok. We'll head back and get you looked at properly"
"But, Lex, we haven't got any supplies yet!" Lexa looked behind her, watching Bellamy as his face scrunched together, clearly in pain.
"We are going home" Clarke couldn't help but stare at Lexa in awe, her commanding tone and expression being something she wasn't lucky enough to experience two years prior.
Bellamy bowed his head in submission, knowing full well Lexa was right. "Yes, Alpha"
Clarke's heart bottomed out. Alpha? Lexa was an Alpha? She seriously needed to know what the hell has happened over the past two years.
Lexa seemed to sense Clarke's body stiffen at the word, chancing a glance towards the blonde who simply stared back at Lexa, her mouth agape in surprise and eyes twinkling with what perhaps could be perceived as pride. Lexa couldn't tell. She would have found Clarke's expression humorous if under different circumstances. Instead, she gave Clarke a stern look, hoping the blonde would understand this wasn't the time nor the place to explain.
Clarke averted her gaze away from Lexa, instead focusing on Bellamy who lay on his back with his arm draped over his eyes. The blood had already began to dry, meaning the cut he had on his forehead was only small and nothing really to be worried about, but she could understand Lexa wanting to get them back. The brunette was actually driving a bit like a mad man, dodging and weaving through the abandoned cars as if it were a race. A stark contrast to Bellamy's previous slow and precise driving.
Finally, Lexa began slowing the car once the army base came into view, her rigid posture relaxing ever so slightly. As soon as the gates were open, she parked the car outside the main building, switching off the engine and leaving the car without a word spoken to either Clarke or Bellamy.
"What the hell happened?" Octavia's rising voice snapped Clarke out of her thoughts, making her exit the car and help Bellamy out of the back of the car to face the wrath of his sister.
"The crawlers" Bellamy growled out.
"During daylight?!"
Bellamy simply nodded in confirmation to his sisters question, placing his arm around her shoulders for support. With Bellamy in the safe hands of Octavia, Clarke decided she needed to find Lexa. She needed to know what the hell was going on.
"Lexa?" Clarke called from the corridor of Lexa's room, after not receiving a reply from her previous knock to the door. Bless Raven for showing her the way. She definitely would have gotten lost in this maze of a place if not.
Clarke didn't receive an answer after calling the brunette's name again, so meandered further into the apartment, towards what looked like the sitting room. It was pretty basic, nothing special, with one three seater sofa against the back wall and a T.V settled in the corner. A door was situated just to the right of the sofa, leading to what Clarke presumed was the bedroom and a small kitchen to the left of the T.V. There didn't seem to be any sign of Lexa being present here, even though Raven saw her entering not ten minutes earlier. The only place left to investigate was the bedroom. The blonde carefully made her way to the closed door, deciding against knocking and opened the door slowly, being met with a gentle breeze.
On the far side of the room, across from the bed, there was a set of French doors, both open and letting the breeze fly through the room with the thin curtains blowing in the wind. Clarke could just about make out Lexa's profile through the curtains, clearly hunched over the bars of the balcony. She steadily made her way through the room, feeling her heart beat increase and palms beginning to sweat. With a final inhalation of breath, Clarke lifted the curtain back, allowing her access to the balcony and also a clear view of Lexa. The blonde's heart constricted at the sight of the other girl. Her head was resting in both hands, with her fingers stretched out, massaging her temples. She'd obviously rid herself of the days clothing, now standing in a baggy t-shirt and black leggings. The slight intake of breath from Lexa let Clarke know the brunette was aware of her presence, but she still felt the need to say something. What though she wasn't sure. It was as if just the sight of the brunette had rendered her speechless.
"Lexa?" Clarke edged further forward, placing her left hand on the balcony railings whilst she watched the brunette.
"What were you thinking?" Clarke's brows furrowed, not expecting that response. Before she had time to respond, Lexa turned to face her, her green eyes clouded and jaw clenched. "What were you thinking, Clarke?" This time, Clarke took a step back as Lexa descended on her slowly, shaking her head. Suddenly, the blonde didn't have anywhere to go, with her back hitting the edge of the balcony, effectively pinning her in place whilst Lexa still stalked her. The look in Lexa's eyes again were foreign. As if she was the one possessed.
"Lexa..."
Lexa cut Clarke off by placing her hands on either side of the blonde, trapping her so she couldn't move. Their faces were once again close enough that if Lexa moved forward just that little bit more, their lips would finally touch. Clarke longed for the touch, but simply stood still, waiting for Lexa's move. It wasn't until Clarke saw the clouded look diminish from Lexa's eyes, being replaced with only love, that she finally understood.
"You could have died, don't you see?" Lexa's words fell from her lips, wrapped in a choked sob as she pushed off the balcony and turned away from Clarke.
Clarke immediately followed Lexa, gently grabbing her by the wrist and guiding her so she was now facing the blonde. No words were spoken, they conveyed everything with their eyes. Clarke released Lexa's wrist, moving down slowly to take the brunette's hand in her own, whilst her other hand wrapped around Lexa's neck. She pulled her in, only stopping slightly to make sure Lexa was ok with this. When Lexa didn't hesitate or pull back, Clarke closed the gap completely, their lips coming together in a perfectly synchronized dance, as if they'd been doing it all their lives. Clarke hoped the kiss spoke the words neither of them could say. She hoped it conveyed how sorry she was. How much she loved the brunette. And how she would never leave her.
Lexa pulled back, needing to catch her breath, just in time to see a single tear glide down Clarke's cheek. She was quick in her movements to wipe it away with her thumb, leaving her hand on Clarke's face, as if getting to know her all over. Their foreheads came together without any prompting, only wanting to be as close to each other as they could. Yet it still didn't feel like it was enough. Lexa needed to feel Clarke. To feel that she was alive. She took one last look at Clarke, somehow knowing the blonde needed this too, before bringing their lips back together again. This kiss wasn't like the previous. This kiss was deeper, more passionate, filled with a longing that would hopefully diminish with every touch and every kiss shared.
Clarke managed to wrap both hands around Lexa's neck, bringing the other girl impossibly close, whilst Lexa hummed her approval into the kiss. Their tongues came together if on instinct, the first touch successfully sending a shiver down Clarke's spine. Their heads began bobbing and weaving, both eager to chase after the other. Lexa's hands began to roam, slowly crawling down Clarke's sides, before finally reaching her hips. She gently pulled the blonde up, heaving her into the air so Clarke could wrap her legs around Lexa's waist, which she did with ease, their lips not parting once.
Lexa began peppering kisses down Clarke's exposed neck as she manoeuvred them through the doors, loving the tiny moans breaking through the blonde's slightly parted lips. She reached the bed, slowly placing Clarke's body down so she lay on her back. Clarke looked up at Lexa expectantly, lifting her hand in as an invitation for the brunette to join her. Within seconds, Lexa was lowering herself atop of Clarke, feeling the blonde's leg wrap around her waist, bringing her entire body weight on top of Clarke. Their lips reconnected in a clash of tongue and teeth as Clarke began raking her hand down Lexa's back, not stopping until she came to the hem of her t-shirt. Lexa simply nodded her head in approval, not once breaking their kiss until she had to sit up slightly for the top to come off. She now looked down on a panting Clarke as she straddled the blonde's waist, lightly grinding down against her stomach, eliciting a gloriously deep moan.
Clarke pushed herself up, pulling Lexa by the back of her neck into a bone crushing kiss, feeling the soft skin of her stomach beneath her finger tips. She smiled into the kiss after Lexa let out a barely audible moan at the touch, before raking her finger nails further down to the top of the brunette's leggings. Lexa had to pull back from the kiss, releasing a low growl at Clarke's teasing. With a swift move of her arm, Clarke was pushed down onto her back with Lexa attacking her neck with gentle nips followed by the soothing sensation of her tongue. She found her hands once again roaming the expanse of Clarke's body, her right hand firmly gripping blonde hair, where as her left moving down her stomach before gently lifting Clarke's shirt. She bit down on Clarke's pulse point as soon as her hand felt the blonde's gentle skin beneath her, slowly moving up towards her ample chest. The moment Lexa's fingers danced over the blonde's bra, Clarke's back arched, wishing she wasn't wearing a bra at all.
As if she could sense Clarke's frustration, Lexa pulled the blonde up slightly in order to remove her shirt, the bra coming off not long after. Clarke was mesmerised by Lexa. The look of complete love on her face was almost bringing tears to her eyes. She'd never loved anyone more than she loved Lexa in this moment. There was no one else for her. This brunette was her life. And she was hers.
"You're beautiful, Clarke" Lexa whispered as she took in the sight of Clarke.
"You're more beautiful, Lexa" Clarke countered, having to pull Lexa in for a kiss to stop her from protesting. She expertly removed Lexa's bra whilst their lips chased each other again, her hand wondering further down to take one of Lexa's perk breasts in her left hand. The gasp released from Lexa ghosted her lips as she watched the other girl pull away, her pupils completely blown.
They each shimmied out of their remaining clothing, whilst placing gentle yet tender kisses to each new part of skin that was revealed. The feeling of Lexa's naked body pressed against her own had Clarke's head spinning. She literally felt drunk on love. They moved in tandem, their slick bodies gliding across each other as they continued exploring, finding each other's tender spots, along with their ticklish areas. Clarke thought Lexa's giggling was one of the best sounds she had ever heard, vowing to hear that laugh every day for as long as they were together. She continued to tease the brunette, until Lexa moved further down Clarke's body, leaving tiny marks in her wake. She gave Clarke's perfect hip bones more attention than necessary, loving the slight pants and whines she was eliciting from the blonde.
"Lexa!" Clarke's pleads had Lexa smiling into the skin of the blonde's hip bone, before finally venturing further south, placing one gentle kiss atop Clarke's mound. The first touch was electric, sending a shock wave up Clarke's spine as her back arched and her head burrowed further into the pillows below her. Lexa took her time, savouring every moment and every taste as she lightly teased Clarke's opening with her tongue, before gingerly moving up towards her swollen clit. Clarke's chest heaved as she felt a coiling sensation building in the pit of her stomach. But she wanted to see Lexa. She wanted to feel her body against hers again. She wanted to feel her close.
"Lexa" The brunette snapped her head up, looking up at Clarke with concern filled eyes. The blonde simply shook her head, offering a tiny smile, before she guided Lexa back up her body so they were once again lying in tandem. Lexa looked down into Clarke's eyes as she felt the blonde's hand moving further down her body, ghosting across her stomach, before reaching it's destination. Her eyes shutting on instinct at the first touch whilst an involuntary moan escaped past her lips.
"Lexa, look at me" Clarke's demanding tone had green meeting blue within seconds. Lexa, almost overwhelmed by the adoration she found in curelean blue, momentarily forgot where she was. After mentally kicking herself for thinking she was dreaming, she pushed her lips against Clarke's as her own hand trailed up the blonde's toned legs, not stopping until she felt the arousal of the girl beneath her.
"Oh god" Clarke moaned out when she felt Lexa's slender fingers entering her whilst simultaneously curling her fingers inside the brunette, causing her to let out her own delightful moan. They began moving against each other, their kiss becoming slow then fast all at the same time. Lexa pulled back from the kiss, momentarily looking into sea blue before she began nibbling Clarke's neck, moving from her neck up to her ear lobe and taking it between her teeth. Their breathy moans filled the room as their bodies moved faster, their breasts pushed firmly together with a thin sheen of sweat to make them glide together better.
"Lexa, I'm gonna..." Clarke's breathy whisper was cut short when she felt Lexa's thumb begin stroking soft circles against her clit. The brunette nuzzled Clarke's hair, bringing her lips up to whisper into her ear.
"Come for me, come with me, Clarke"
That's what did it. That's what pushed Clarke over the edge and into blissful ecstasy. Lexa followed straight after, the feel of Clarke against her body, the feel of Clarke's fingers working inside of her coupled with that guttural moan pushed Lexa into waves of pleasure she didn't think would ever stop. Her vision was filled with a dash of white before her body went limp, falling down against Clarke's as the blonde clung to the brunette as if her life depended on it. She gently removed her fingers so she could wrap her legs around Lexa's waist, never wanting to part from the other girl.
Lexa's head had found itself resting atop of Clarke's chest, finding peace in the sound of the blonde's steady heart beat. She wasn't sure if it was what they had just shared, or if it was the fact that after two years, Clarke was back with her. She was alive and back with Lexa. The thought had Lexa's tears streaming down her face, falling straight onto Clarke's bare chest. All of her emotions she'd swallowed and kept at bay for the past two years came crashing down, finally erupting like a dormant volcano after thousands of years. Clarke didn't say anything, she simply held the brunette in her arms, letting Lexa feel what she had refused to feel for years. From losing Costia. To losing Clarke. To almost being blown up in this god awful apocalypse. To watching the life drain from Anya's eyes as she held her dearest friend in her arms. Everything came flooding back, and Clarke was Lexa's anchor. Weighing her down, and refusing to let her go.