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The next morning Lexa's eyes flickered open to see Clarke lying beside her peacefully, clutching at her sketchpad with it open to the page of the drawing of her.

She twisted her head round slightly to look closely and saw that Clarke had been adding detail to her face and shading her hair lightly.

"Clarke?" She murmured gently, tapping the other girl on the shoulder, shaking her slightly when she still didn't stir.

"What?" Clarke mumbled, blearily wiping sleep from her eyes with the edge of her sleeve.

"Someone promised to wake me for food and then fell asleep herself." Lexa smiled, laughter lifting her voice.

"Oh my- Lexa I'm so sorry! I'll go right now and-" Clarke, now instantly awake, tried to scramble off the bed which resulted in her catching her ankle in the furs and toppling off the edge.

Lexa grinned in amusement and sat up, wincing slightly, to peer over the edge to where Clarke had landed in an awkward, tangled heap.

"The great Wanheda, mountain slayer, defeated by a bed. Wait until the twelve clans hear about this." She teased lightly as Clarke climbed to her feet, shooting a glare at her as she sat down on the edge of the bed.

"It's not funny, and now I feel bad as well for falling asleep."

Clarke looked heartbroken at the prospect of letting her down, taking pity she shrugged lightly, "The extra sleep probably did me more good than being woken again to eat. I'm fine Clarke, really. How are your wounds from your great battle with the bed?"

Clarke narrowed her eyes, "You know, I think I liked you better when you didn't have a sense of humour."

Lexa smirked, "I always had a sense of humour, but Anya went to great lengths to drill into me that my particular brand of humour wasn't incredibly appropriate for wartime."

Clarke smiled at her, "I wish you spoke about her more often, I wish I'd known Anya better, she seemed like a great warrior."

Nodding slowly, Lexa looked down at her hands, "She was, and I miss her everyday. Anya was more than just a mentor to me, she was like a mother as well." She sighed and looked to Clarke, "How about a deal, a question for a question, I will tell you what you want to know about my childhood and training, and in return you tell me about your life in the sky."

Clarke nodded eagerly, "Deal, but first I think we need to stop this war, then we'll have all the time in the world." She kissed Lexa quickly before standing up.

"This is the part where you make me get out of bed so you can check my hip, yes?" Lexa asked wearily, not wanting to move from the position she had found herself in, where there was no strain on her wound at all.

"Yes it is, and then you need to get dressed. If you announce to the representatives of every clan that you're dealing with something personally then you don't get to lay around in bed all day." Clarke crossed her arms and stared at Lexa patiently until she sighed and swung her legs over the side of the bed.

It didn't take long for her to dress and then for Clarke to check the stitching in her side and proclaim that it would hold just fine for their journey as long as Lexa was mindful of it.

"Are you going to wear your war paint?" Clarke asked curiously as Lexa shrugged on her long coat and pulled her freshly braided hair out from where it had gotten caught at the back.

"No I'm not. I want to resolve this as peacefully as is possible, wearing war paint would send the wrong message." She paused for a moment as though she was unsure of what she wanted to say. "We also have something else that should be discussed before we leave for Arcadia."

"Hmm?" Clarke hummed softly as she packed up a few sketchbooks to take with her to show her old friends the capitol if everything went the way they wanted it too.

"Are you ready?" Lexa asked calmly and directly, not willing to dance around any more after the day they had shared before Titus' misguided attempt to protect her.

"I'd have thought that would've been obvious." Clarke laughed gently, stepping closer as she realised what Lexa was referring to, Clarke's reaction to their very first kiss.

"Yes but at the time you were leaving and I would understand if-"

Clarke cut her off with a tender kiss, pulling back slightly to look her directly in the eyes. "I love you, and I want to be with you, always and forever."

Lexa smiled, more widely and brighter than Clarke had ever seen the grounder commander smile before, she looked so young and carefree in that moment and Clarke swore that she would spend the rest of her life making Lexa smile like that.

"My people," Clarke continued softly, leaning their foreheads together and playing with the ends of Lexa's braids, "Use the word girlfriend to indicate to everyone else that they are in a relationship with their chosen partner. What about yours?"

Lexa sighed contently as she snaked her arms around Clarke's waist, "My people just say that a couple are courting up until they are married, but I think I like yours better."

"So...?" Clarke laughed, leaning back again, "Will you be my girlfriend, Leksa kom Trikru?"

"Only if you will be mine, Clarke kom Skaikru."

"Well that is how it's meant to work." They kissed again, without holding anything back, pouring out all their feelings for each other without once feeling the need to use words.

"Heda?!" The shout came from outside the door, jolting them out of the little bubble they had found themselves in, "Heda, the arrangements have been made for your departure."

Clarke rolled her eyes in annoyance at being interrupted which made Lexa's lips twist into a small smile, "Time to go Clarke."