"Holy shit, Lexa, holy shit!" repeated Clarke when she could finally speak, she just could not believe that this morning she had wished for a tiger and here they were, twelve hours later with a mountain lion. It was beyond anything she could have imagined in her wildest dreams. Clarke had consumed a shit load of pain relief because she was feeling a little high, she was elated and intended on celebrating by getting Lexa inside her as soon as humanly possible, Lexa must have sensed that thought because she said "soon, Clarke, soon."

As soon as they returned Lexa checked on the horses, and as soon as she had done that Clarke pushed her down on a rock, and began ripping off her boots and pants. "No Clarke, your shoulder, come on, beja Clarke," but she could read the determination in Clarke's blue eyes, she certainly seemed to have a handle on her pain, thought Lexa. Clarke raised her leg, and planted her foot beside Lexa's ass, giving way to Clarke's madness. Lexa leaned back and allowed Clarke to undo the buttons of her pants, take out her cock and slide herself onto it. Clarke put her arms around Lexa's neck and plunged herself down, filling herself up and pulling back to repeat the motion.

Up and down, in and out she took her pleasure and Lexa simply leaned back and watched as Clarke threw her head back and moaned in satisfaction. Both tried to hold off as long as possible, enjoying the moment but as Clarke got closer, her legs refused to cooperate and she lost her rhythm. Lexa shifted her position and began to lift her hips up, an offer to contribute which Clarke eagerly accepted.

Lexa's eyes glazed over as she watched the heat rise in Clarkes body, her Alpha could see the otherwise imperceptible sheen and slight pink tinge to Clarke's complexion. They were both extremely turned on by Clarke's forwardness, the freedom with which she sought to satisfy her own desire. They knew that Clarke loved and desired them and she took care and trouble to satisfy Lexa and her Apha. More than that, she took pleasure in exciting and satisfying them and they were highly gratified.

Every move Clarke made turned them on, it turned Clarke on too, the way her breasts bounced, the sounds she made, the way she lost control, they way she breathed out a long slow breath after she came and it took a long time for her breath in again as she recovered, her lungs completely empty. Lexa loved the way Clarke thought of her, watched for her, leered at her sometimes, she loved the way Clarke smelled and tasted and Clarke wanted her the same way.

She began to push herself inside Clarke, wanting to fill her, wanting to see that fullness reflected in her eyes, hear it in her throat. Lexa tried to keep a steady pace but she was more aroused than she had realised and her breath was coming in short sharp pants, her actions became jerky and her wrists trembled as she held herself up, pushing and straining against her own limitations. She was distracted further when she looked up and saw Clarke watching her, her blue eyes piercing Lexa's green ones, willing her to push them both over the edge.

Clarke's knowing look sparked something inside Lexa, she suddenly grunted, growled and exerted herself further with Clarke urging her on, "Make me come, Lexa", "Oh I love how you fuck me", "Oh I'm, its happening", "Feel me come on you, Lexa". Clarke reached down and touched her clit, a few soft circles and she exploded. Lexa felt her and her final thrusts were pushing Clarke's excess juices out onto their thighs and Lexa's added to the puddle.

Clarke collapsed and Lexa was lucky to catch her. She pinned Clarke to her with one hand while she pulled up her pants with the other hand and then lifted and carried Clarke to the furs. She stripped Clarke of all of her clothes and began by tending to her wound more thoroughly this time. She cleaned it again, it required stitches, that much she knew, but she began by staunching the bleeding that seemed to start again with barely any provocation, let alone what Clarke had just put it through. Clarke lay there whimpering while Lexa bound it carefully, urging Clarke to rest.

Lexa washed, ate and rested herself and began to consider what now was best to do; Clarke needed a healer, Lexa wanted to preserve the lion skin for Clarke and she did not want to waste the meat. Further they still had one day remaining of their precious time together. Lexa decided to ride to the nearest trader for assistance. Clarke was still a little high either form the drugs or the sex or even the adrenaline or perhaps all three, Lexa explained she was going, and hour there and hour back, she promised - stay put!

Lexa saddled her horse and rode as fast as she could, the trader Niylah was roused from sleep and shocked to find Heda at her door. Heda unaccompanied, no escort, no warriors. Heda explained what had occurred and what she needed, Niylah understood where Heda's camp was and assured her she would be along with healer supplies and a cart for the carcass. Grateful, Lexa took a new wrap and some undershirts to replace Clarke's ruined ones and rode back to find that Clarke had barely moved in the nearly three hours she had been gone.

Lexa waited on a huge rock outside the camp, where she could be sure to hear Niylah approach, Lexa built the fire up, Niylah layed out her supplies and prepared to stitch the area when Lexa found the woman giving her a strange look, she wandered over to see what the problem was. Niylah had moved aside Clarke's hair and inadvertently revealed several bite marks on the back of her neck, one of them quite deep.

The two women glanced awkwardly at each other. Niylah was on the brink of asking if Heda wanted this wound treated as well, but couldn't bring herself to risk the woman's displeasure and Lexa hated the thought that anyone would think that she would mistreat her lover but the thought of articulating that idea seemed to be more of a confirmation than a refutation. Both decided to ignore it and each other for the time being. Niylah treated the claw marks and Lexa went about getting the Lioness on the back of the trader's cart for it to be returned to polis as a prized fur for Clarke to remember their feat.

Clarke woke well after sunup and was surprised to find Lexa sound asleep next to her. She had never known Lexa to sleep so late. She only vaguely remembered the healer tending to her in the early hours of the morning and was surprised that Lexa had also managed to dispatch of the carcass, as well. Clarke was more than a little relieved, her body was sore as hell after yesterday and she did not want to waste a single moment of their time together.

Clarke rolled gently away from Lexa and stirred the fire, she chugged down some water and nibbled away at their provisions. She walked down to see their horses and gave each some attention. She noticed she was wearing shirts she didn't recognise and gathered hers must have been destroyed by the final movement of that powerful lioness. Clarke rolled her shoulder and the pain burned through her, for the first time she actually realised how bad it was, how close she had come to sustaining a serious injury.

The woman knew that Lexa would blame herself for it and Clarke didn't want that, if it weren't for Lexa, Clarke would most certainly have not survived. She watched her lover sleeping, a slight frown on her beautiful face. Clarke had got what she wanted, they had mated and now were bound inextricably together, she knew that didn't guarantee that they would be together forever but she believed that it would increase the likelihood of that outcome. She was determined to enjoy their last day, before they headed back to Polis.

"What are you thinking, Ai hodnes?" Lexa was looking up at her with adorably sleepy eyes. Clarke smiled at her and said, "I am just very, very happy."

"What about your shoulder?"

"I now have hunting scars from a lioness!"

"Oh Clarke, you scared me."

Determined to keep it light, Clarke replied, "You saved my life. You are my champion, Lexa. Now wake up and make me some tea, I am injured you know?"

"I will," Lexa grinned at her partner, knowing that she wanted to make the most of their time.