June 1864 Cont'd

Clarke woke up to the smell of smoke, sweat, dry grass, fur, buckskin and various drying herbs surrounding her. She felt the warmth of Lexa wrapped around her and nestled into the hardened body against her back. Lexa's lips were pressed against her neck, a strong arm wrapped under her breasts, Lexa's hand cupping one of them.

Clarke danced fingers along the arm and wrapped her hand around Lexa's, squeezing, holding back a moan as she realized that it caused Lexa's hand to squeeze her breast. She bit her lip and pressed her rear into Lexa's hips, squirming. She had woken up wanting.

Lexa's lips pressed against her neck, signaling to Clarke that she was waking. Clarke twisted her head as she squeezed Lexa's hand against her breast again, moaning, openly. She felt a hand dancing along her tailbone, tracing between her cheeks and she arched into the sensation.

The fingers skittered across and around her rear but never went near her hole, teasing her. Clarke gasped as Lexa bit into her shoulder and the hand gripping her breast played its way down her abdomen. She squirmed and moaned as Lexa placed kisses along her shoulders. Fingers met her wetness and Clarke choked out a whispered scream as Lexa began to run a finger along her welcoming slit.

She bit into a knuckle as Lexa teased her puckered hole with one hand and pushed fingers through her wetted core with the other. She bucked as Lexa thrust into her. She fought the cries working their way out of her mouth as Lexa rubbed and teased working her up, she was almost embarrassed at how quickly she reached her peak with Lexa teasing one lewd hole while rubbing and thrusting within the other.

She cried out as she came but Lexa did not let up, rubbing and thrust harder, pushing another finger into her and Clarke realized startled that she was quickly building up for another peak. She felt a fullness against the front wall of her womanhood and couldn't help the loudness of her moans, her knuckles clutching at furs as she came again, with an unsettling amount of wetness streaming pushing out from between her thighs. Her mouth hung open in surprise and she turned over, alarmed as she looked at Lexa, pulling fingers from her.

Lexa licked at her fingers, her hand and wrist glistened with Clarke's wetness, evidence of what Clarke had done. She wore a look of great pride as she worked her tongue along her fingers.

"I have never made a woman pour like a waterfall, Clarke, but many a man or woman that has lain with women takes pride in being able to do so." Lexa smirked at her. "I can now take pride in knowing I can make my woman do such a thing."

Clarke felt her legs still shaking from the body-shocking orgasm. She eyed Lexa's still glistening hand and leaned over her lover, pressing an open mouth kiss to Lexa's lips. She could taste herself. She slipped a tongue into Lexa's mouth, lapping up her flavor, moaning.

They took their time, exchanging their good morning in a passionate, loving manner until Lexa pulled away.

"I should probably receive the message they want to send to back to the fort." She looked at Clarke apologetically. Clarke kissed her again and nodded. They made their way out of bed, dressing, exchanging kisses and trying so very hard to resist going at one another again.

Clarke was left to her own devices within the Pawnee village while Lexa received the message to be sent back to the fort. Lexa's mother took charge of her, feeding her and showing her around, even taking her to a nearby pond to "wash her daughter's sweat off of her" she told her with a knowing look. Clarke had blushed at that. The entire inside of the earth lodge had probably heard them. Her mother just chuckled a little and told her "they will only tease a little and perhaps Lexa will be given some pride."

Clarke had nothing to say to that.

A small girl at one point ran up to Clarke as she took a break while Lexa's mother chatted away with another of the women of the village. Clarke drew from in her sketchbook, taking inspiration from her surroundings, drawing some of what she saw around her.

The child leaned over her shoulder and watched her as she drew. When Clarke noticed, the child grew shy. Clarke flipped to another page and showed her more of her sketches. The girl sat beside her smiling and speaking, Clarke not understanding at all what she said.

Finally the girl patted a page and clapped her hands and pointed at her face.

Clarke understood what she wanted.

"You want me to draw you?" She held up her charcoal and the child nodded. Clarke laughed and the child clapped and laughed with glee, settling in as Clarke began to sketch.

Clarke noted the features to her face. She was small and adorable, no older than six or seven. Her dark hair was braided. She wore a cloth dress. Her small nose, dark, almond shaped eyes and full-lipped mouth were all features of a moon-shaped face.

Clarke sketched quickly, she didn't want the child to have to sit for too long. When she was done, she showed the girl her work.

The toothy, crooked smile she got in return was worth it. The child tapped the page and Clarke tore the page from the binding of the sketchbook and handed it to her. The child gave her another toothy smile and ran off, waving the sketch.

"Now the other children will want one." Lexa whispered over her shoulder.

Clarke smiled at that.

"It wasn't much. She was adorable." She watched as the girl showed her friends the sketch. They all passed it around as she pointed back at Clarke.

"You like children?" Lexa asked her after a moment, watching Clarke as she stared at the group of children dreamily.

Clarke smiled.

"They're innocent, they don't know how hard life is." Clarke gave her a wistful look.

Lexa looked down at the ground a little sadly.

"Clarke, if it is children you want, I cannot give them to you." Lexa murmured.

Clarke frowned at the woman.

"Lexa." She shook her head. "I'm not worried about that."

"Right now, all I want is you." She reassured her.

Lexa looked up and nodded, though she still couldn't help but feel that wasn't entirely enough.

That evening as they left the village, the girl Clarke had sketched ran up to them as they turned their horses out of the village.

She held out a necklace made of carved bone beads.

Lexa smiled at that.

"Looks like she wants to give you a gift for your sketch." Lexa informed her as The girl held the gift up to Clarke.

"Oh." Clarke smiled at the girl, warmed by the gesture. "Thank you."

Lexa spoke to the girl in Pawnee. She smiled shyly and said something back and ran off.

"What did the two of you say?" Clarke wondered.

"She said your work is beautiful and she wanted to give you some of her own in exchange." Lexa told her.

Clarke took the necklace and tied it around her neck.

"It's wonderful." She remarked, pleased.

Her time spent among Lexa's people had been nice. She hoped to return again.

They rode well into the night. The moon rose high above them when they heard the gun shots. Lexa stopped, reaching out for Clarke to do the same.

She listened, dismounting her horse. Clarke followed as Lexa led them to a copse of trees. Lexa hid the horses and Clarke behind the trunks, taking point as she looked around.

A group of men rode by on horses, their trousers and shirts dirty, hats torn and their horses ragged animals. They led other horses, packed and laden with loot. Bandits, Clarke realized. They had probably just robbed unknowing settlers.

They didn't notice them, clearly in a hurry to return to wherever they based themselves. Lexa waited, watching them as they rode off into the night.

She gestured for Clarke to follow her, patting her horse and commanding it to follow Clarke softly, as she went to the trail the bandits had left behind. Clarke didn't say a word, letting Lexa work as she tracked the bandits' trail back to where they had come from.

They found the caravan in the direction they had heard the shots. A wagon set aflame, the smell of bodies burning set Clarke's stomach to roiling.

Whimpering alerted them to the presence of someone at a nearby outcropping of rocks.

Lexa frowned as she approached the rocks cautiously.

"It's okay. They're gone. You can come out." Lexa called out softly.

A sniffle and then a boy, no older than ten crawled out from beneath a boulder. He was pale with flaming hair. Clarke could barely see his eyes reflected in the firelight, but she could tell they were blue.

"What's your name?" Lexa asked the boy as he stood before them, clearly distressed.

"A-Aden." He stuttered through tears.

"Aden." Lexa said steadily. "Can you tell us what happened here?"

"M-my family." He managed, before he collapsed.