A/N: Hey! Thank you for all the incredible birthday messages and all the reviews, only a short chapter today but that is because I am incredibly tired from today and I can't wait to get to sleep haha. I hope you all enjoy this little Clexa moment and I can't wait for tomorrows chapter which is gonna be a good one, I promise :) Love you all xxx
Clarke smiled when she opened her eyes the next morning, finding herself lying face to face with Lexa who was wearing an adorable little frown as she slept.
Silently she slipped from the bed and retrieved one of the pots holding Lexa's warpaint and one of her older brushes that she was almost ready to throw away. Then she made her way back to her space next to Lexa and pulled out the Commander's arm so it was laying flat before starting to carefully paint intricate patterns on her arm.
She was absentmindedly humming to herself when she glanced up and found Lexa watching her with an amused smile playing on the edge of her lips.
"What are you doing Clarke?" She asked quietly, motioning to the drawings covering her forearm from wrist to elbow.
"You were asleep." Clarke grinned in explanation, holding Lexa's arm still as she finished the last section in the inner part of her forearm, "I had to find some way of amusing myself.
Lexa tilted her head to the side to get a better picture of the work of art now decorating her arm, "It is very good Clarke, and Octavia's tattoo is also beautiful, maybe you can design one for me."
Clarke gaped at her until Lexa reached out and tapped her lower jaw to get her to close her mouth, "You'd let me design a tattoo for you?" She asked excitedly.
"That is what I said isn't it?" Lexa laughed, as she swung her legs over the side of the bed and started pulling on her clothes, careful not to smudge the paint on her arm.
Staring at Lexa's arm in deep thought, Clarke was distracted when Lexa leaned in and kissed her, "Clarke you don't have to come up with the design right now, take a few days and then tell me what you have decided on ok?"
Clarke nodded happily, "Ok, you know I love you right?"
"Sha, you tell me at every opportunity, ai hodnes." Lexa smiled, "Now, I need you to help me by braiding my hair whilst I put on my warpaint. The Desert Clan leader and his council have all arrived and I need to be in full armor and warpaint for the fight my warriors have dragged him here for."
Nodding, Clarke slipped over to the edge of the bed so Lexa could sit in front of her as she quickly twisted Lexa's hair into it's usual intricate pattern. "Are you worried about this fight today?" Clarke asked curiously after a few minutes of silence.
Lexa smiled at Clarke in the reflection in the mirror, "Azgeda are the only warriors that can really hope to match the Trikru. The Desert Leader will be lucky if he lasts a minute against me."
Clarke tied off the last strand and then placed a gentle kiss on Lexa's neck, "He ordered the attack on our family, make him suffer."