A/N: Hey guys, I'm really sorry but I just don't know what's going on with me right now. Even now I feel terrible and I can't shake this pounding in my head whenever I even think of writing, but yesterday was the first time I've ever missed two days in a row and I feel awful about it. All of you who support me and review and make me feel...well, loved. You deserve what I promised, which is my commitment to you. So here I am writing whilst trying to drink all the water in Britain to fend off this headache for just long enough to get this out. So please excuse any mistakes tonight and if I could please make a massive request? I need ideas for things to happen in future chapters because I'm really struggling right now and I don't want to let any of you down. I love you all, honestly and sincerely, because if I didn't, I would have jumped ship multiple times by now haha. xxx
"Ok, are you ready to go again?" Lexa asked seriously as Clarke grunted and staggered to her feet, her hand clutched tight around the sword she was holding.
"I'm good." Clarke answered.
Lexa eyes her doubtfully, "Clarke, if you need to take a break then-"
Stubbornly, Clarke shook her head, "You go for hours before you stop, we haven't even been out an hour yet."
Rolling her eyes, Lexa stepped back on her left leg, shifting the weight of her body onto that leg so she could bound forwards at a moments notice to push against Clarke's defenses.
Not waiting for Lexa, Clarke suddenly darted at her, throwing her weight behind a thrust towards Lexa's ribs, which the Commander twisted into, allowing the blade to graze against her slitting open her thin shirt but missing the skin as she elbowed Clarke sharply in the shoulder.
Yelping in pain, Clarke stumbled before regaining her footing and spinning on her heel to glare at Lexa balefully.
Sighing, Lexa twirled her sword before resting the tip on the floor in front of her leading leg. "You told me you didn't want special treatment."
"You train your night bloods like this?" Clarke asked disbelievingly, rubbing at her shoulder which she was sure would be covered by a substantial bruise when she next had the chance to look into a mirror.
Lexa just smirked, "Of course, although it seems that my Natblidas are less...breakable than the Skaikru."
Scowling at her jokingly, Clarke agreed begrudgingly, "Probably, and you all heal faster than normal people. You can barely tell that Ontari was nearly shredded by a panther just over a week ago from the way she's running round and tossing Cal up in the air like a sack of flour."
"We're no use to anyone if our bodies don't last." Lexa said lightly, "I could be the best Commander ever to live, but if I didn't heal as quick as I do, then my rule would have been over a thousand times by now."
Clarke shuddered slightly, "I wish you'd stop saying things like that. You're incredibly morbid. Plus, you're the most stubborn person I know, there's no way you'd have let yourself die, by sheer force of will you would've kept your self going."
"Perhaps." Lexa said simply, the corners of her lips turning up into a small smile. "But I am not the most stubborn person here Clarke. That honor is most definitely yours." Raising an eyebrow, she fixed Clarke with a hard look as the shorter girl opened her mouth, "Don't you dare try to argue or I will make you sleep on the couch."
Clarke's mouth stayed open but now it was through pure shock as she gaped at Lexa, "What did you just say?"
Lexa's smile widened into a grin as she saw the affect the words were having on her wife. "I said, I will make you sleep on the couch." She practically purred, moving closer until she was inches from Clarke's face, purposefully invading her space as she leaned in to whisper the words against her ear.
"No way did you just threaten me with that. Where did you even learn that phrase from?" Clarke narrowed her eyes, suddenly suspicious.
Just laughing, Lexa slipped backwards, raising her sword again, "Do you wish to fight or not?"
Huffing, Clarke used her sleeve to wipe the sweat from her face, sliding the sword she was holding into the loop on her belt. "I think I'm ready to call it a day."
Looping her arm through Clarke's as they walked, Lexa leaned her head against shoulder lightly, "Of course Clarke, and don't worry I won't make you stay on our couch tonight. There's far too many other things you could be doing." She smirked, stealing a kiss before straightening up as Clarke growled in frustration.
"Like you you mean?" She countered.
"Don't be vulgar Clarke, or we can go back to the original threat." Lexa smirked.
Clarke just pulled her arm from Lexa's and crossed her arms, "Very funny, and I've worked it out. Tell your best friend that I'm going to kill her."
Laughing Lexa pulled Clarke close, running her fingers up and down her arms until she reluctantly unfolded them and let them rest on Lexa's waist, "Actually you won't because Octavia is Trikru and you killing her would be an act of war against my clan."
"You ruin all my fun." Clarke sighed heavily, grinning as she leaned into Lexa's embrace as they leaned against a wall on the edge of the training grounds, enjoying the feel of the warm sun hitting their bare upper arms.
"Well, if it's fun you want...?" Lexa trailed off, smirk decorating her face again as Clarke laughed.
"Let's head back to our room shall we?"