A/N: Thank you for all the lovely messages from last chapter, they were exactly what I needed and now I am refreshed and happy again and jamming to Lady Gaga as I write. Love you all and here's a little thank you chapter that I wrote out whilst listening to Born this Way on repeat haha. There may be another chapter later, but it depends what time I get home from rehearsals because this show that I'm directing is making me want to kill someone haha. Enjoy guys xxx

Rapping on the door quietly, Lexa waited for Octavia to call out before she slipped inside, looking around to see if Lincoln was home.

"Where's Lincoln?" She asked when she didn't see him.

Octavia smiled at her from where she was lacing up her boots, sat on the edge of her bed, "He went out with Ontari to train, what are you doing up so early?"

"Giving Clarke another lesson." Lexa smiled back, taking a seat on the small couch in the center of their room, "She's got it into her head that if she drags me out early enough it will have a negative impact on my abilities."

Laughing, Octavia crossed the room before throwing herself down into a seat beside Lexa. "How badly did that backfire?"

Smirking Lexa eyed her out the corner of her eye as she leaned back to rest her head against the back of the seat, "She's currently in our room complaining to Raven about how her shoulder's turning purple."

"How is she really doing with training though?" Octavia asked curiously, having not had much of an opportunity to see Clarke fighting because she tended to only train privately with Lexa rather than alongside the rest of them when they were having a slow day.

Lexa tilted her head to the side contemplatively as she thought about their sessions, "She's doing well, advancing quickly. Not as fast as you but it won't be long before she will give you some real competition."

"Speaking off." Octavia said with a groan, "With Indra still in TonDC I haven't had as much chance to train, do you have time this week to spend some quality time sparring with me."

Nodding immediately, Lexa grinned at her, "Of course, although you should let Clarke know before to stock up her medical supplies because you'll be in need of them by the end."

"Or you could you know, just not try and cut me to ribbons." Octavia rolled her eyes.

Lexa shook her head, "The point of sparring is to avoid the other persons sword, it's not my fault that you still don't seem to have grasped that concept. And just out of curiosity, why can't Lincoln train with you?"

Octavia sighed, "Because he holds back, not noticeably but I can tell. He doesn't want to hurt me, and to be honest, I don't want to hurt him either. Whereas you don't care whether or not I get injured."

"Every wound taken is a lesson learned." Lexa smiled slightly before twisting so her back was against the arm of the couch and then threw her legs up to drape them across Octavia's. "I did what you said."

Looking at her curiously, Octavia pulled legs closer to her chest so she wouldn't topple of the edge of the couch, "What did I say?"

Grinning slyly, Lexa waved her hand at what they were sitting on, "I threatened to make Clarke sleep on the couch."

Octavia's face broke out into a wide smile before she started laughing, "And how did she take that one?"

"Looked like I'd just slapped her for a while before she figured that it was you that told me to say it. So if I were you I'd just avoid her for a while." Lexa laughed with her.

"Your wife has an awful temper." Octavia joked.

Chuckling, Lexa slid a little further down so she was lying on the couch properly rather than sitting up, "Well if you would stop provoking her then she wouldn't."

"And ruin all my fun?" She shot back.

Shaking her head, Lexa sighed, "You're the troublesome one, but don't worry, you're safe for now. I told Clarke that murdering you would be an act of war against my clan."

Octavia smiled delightedly, pressing a hand to her chest, "I'm so touched that you love me so much that you'd go to war for me."

Lexa gave her a long hard look before smirking, "No, I wouldn't. I will make threats to protect you Octavia. But if Clarke ever did kill you, I would be helping her to bury your body."

Instead of a verbal response, Octavia suddenly dug her nails into the soft skin between Lexa's ankle and heel, causing the other girl to yelp and jerk away from her. Sitting up whilst shooting a look of betrayal at Octavia.

"Don't look at me like that." Octavia laughed, "You just said that you'll help cover up my murder."

"Only if it is Clarke who does the murdering." Lexa grumbled, as though that was explanation enough.

Although in reality it was, Octavia would have been shocked to have heard anything else coming from the Commander. "Fine, but if anyone else ever kills me, I expect you to avenge my death."

"Fine." Lexa agreed with a laugh, before swinging her legs back up to where they had been on Octavia's lap. "Oh, and Octavia?"

"Yes?"

"I swear on my night blood that if you do that again I won't remove my legs, I will kick you in the face."