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Clarke POV

"No. I won't accept that! NO!", she screamed and jumped up. Tears were streaming down her face. "No…", she whispered once again and buried her face in her hands. It was the 4th time she had this dream now, but it still made her cry every single time. The dream brought her back to the day she saw Lexa die. The day she lost the love of her life. The day she lost the only one who really understood her. The mattress moved a bit when Lexa woke up and came back into a seated position. "Clarke?", she murmured sleepily with a worried voice when she saw that Clarke's cheeks were wet of tears. "Hey… What's wrong?" Lexa wrapped her arms around Clarke's body and brushed the blonde hair out of her face. "Shhh… You're okay. You're safe", Lexa went on and placed her hand on Clarke's back to gently stroke it, using a circular motion while the other hand wiped the tears away. The whole room was covered in the dawning light of the early morning. It definitely helped Clarke to calm down, but she needed something else. She needed to really feel that Lexa was here. The blonde reached out for Lexa's body, pressed herself against it, buried her face in the wonderful brown waves and breathed in the familiar scent of Lexa.
This time it was different. Clarke knew exactly, that Lexa could not resist her; especially now that Clarke needed her touch and her kisses so much. It was not typical for Clarke to lead Lexa on like that, but she could not stand it anymore. She moved closer and climbed on top of Lexa's body. Under her gentle touch Clarke could feel Lexa's reaction to the sudden change of her mood. It all started with soft kisses but they turned into more passionate ones the moment Lexa tangled her fingers in Clarke's blond hair to pull her closer.
It did not take them long to get rid of their shirts and pants while their yearning for each other's closeness grew more and more. Clarke loved the feeling of her bare belly pressed against Lexa's and could not help but feel a shiver running down her spine when Lexa's fingernails fondled her hips and side – the skin under her bra. Clarke did not think before she let her tongue slip carefully between Lexa's lips. The satisfied groan of Lexa turned her on – her hands began to slowly massage Lexa's breast through her bra. She wanted more. She wanted everything. Lexa's grip strengthened around Clarke's hips the moment Clarke slipped her tigh between Lexa's. The brunette groaned satisfied again and gasped. To hear it again left Clarke breathless for one second. She untied the clasp of Lexa's bra and shivered when she felt Lexa's hands wandering up her back to do the same. To be so close to Lexa made her heart beat faster. The blond pressed her bare upper body against Lexa's and let out a moan with pleasure when their breasts clashed gently. Clarke kissed Lexa's neck and throat and felt her fast pulse. It pleased her to know that her touch, her kisses influenced the other one in this way. Without waiting any longer the blonde gently let her kisses wander downwards. Her eyes searched for Lexa's gaze before she did something else. Blue eyes met green eyes with an indescribable intensity.
Love. I love her, Clarke thought and lowered her head again. Her mouth wrapped one of Lexa's nipples; her tongue lapped it gently. Lexa gasped one more time and released a quiet sound; her hand still tangled in Clarke's blonde hair. Clarke knew that Lexa was already close because she felt that Lexa was already wet against her thigh. With a small smirk she pressed her thigh between Lexa's again, this time with more gentle pressure. The other one's body arched at the pleasurable sensation and she started to groan again. Clarke doubled the pressure and moved her body upwards again to press her nose against Lexa's cheek. "Clarke…", Lexa groaned and squeaked, followed by some really cute breathy sounds. Her fingernails clung to Clarke's shoulder blade when the first orgasm finally washed through her body. Clarke smiled fetchingly and placed some kisses on Lexa's lips when she finally breathed out. Lexa had a soft facial expression that made Clarke's heart beat faster once more. When Lexa pulled her closer, Clarke placed her head on the other one's chest and closed her eyes. With her long fingers Lexa fondled Clarke's back and caused another wonderful shiver that ran down Clarke's spine. "I love you", the blonde breathed silently. It felt so right to be here with Lexa. To make her happy… to make her smile. She wanted Lexa to feel safe, to feel comfortable and wonderful. 'Lexa could rule a thousand suns, but bows before a single star.' That was a quote Octavia once said to her. This moment showed her how right her friend was. That Lexa – the strong and fearless commander – showed her weak side with her gave Clarke goosebumps all over again. She felt how Lexa embraced her upper body with her arms and placed a kiss on the bridge of her nose. "I love you, too, Clarke", she whispered before they went on with the wonderful experience. Their own little happiness in this short moment. For Clarke all that mattered was Lexa. Her beating heart. Her happy smile before she kissed Clarke. Lexa was the sun in the middle of Clarke's universe.

Octavia POV

"Nothing", she murmured, laying down her phone and sighed when she saw Anya's clenched fists. "We can do nothing but wait." Octavia did not know why, but Anya looked like she would fight a whole army if that would bring Raven back. That Anya cared so much about somebody apart from Lexa was unusual. It probably took some time getting used to it. "Anya. Clarke and Lexa said the same. And so did Bellamy. I tried to call Raven a hundred times. Literally. And she didn't call back. She probably doesn't want to talk to any of us right now. I mean you don't have siblings but what would you do if…" – she thought about somebody that meant a lot to Anya, too, similar to a sister and quickly found a good example – "…let's say Lexa would die and come back after months of you missing her? They have many things to talk about, don't you think?" Anya's grey and cold eyes focused on Octavia but she nodded, although it did not please her to do nothing but wait. Octavia breathed in and squeezed Anya's arm. "Raven is intelligent. She will be fine. I just know that."
– "When did you see her last? The night we met Costia?", Anya wanted to know and Octavia pulled her legs closer to her body. "Lincoln and I followed her and Costia but Costia wanted to talk to her alone. Raven told us to fuck off." – "And you just left her? Without even trying to change her mind?!" Anya's voice was ferocious, kinda frightening when she got up and went on walking from side to side. "Do you have one fucking idea how fucked up we are when the things Clarke and Lexa told us are true and they have Raven on their side?! DAMN Octavia! I trusted you! I trusted Lincoln! With Raven on their side they have the most intelligent mechanic ever. They will destroy us! They will... they will destroy Raven!" Octavia felt a terrible guilt in her stomach. Anya was right. She bit her tongue and tore her dark long hair. There was nothing she could say to change the situation. Nothing she could do to make things better right now.
"Hey O! Where are you?" Octavia jumped up within a second and ran towards the front door, followed by Anya. Raven! Raven is back! "You're safe!" – "Of course I am, cutie", Raven slurred with a muzzy smile. She was drunk. Really drunk. When Anya reached for her body, Raven gladly leaned herself onto the other one's strong arms. Within a second, Octavia and Anya changed worried glances. It made no sense to ask her any questions; Raven was barely able to stand let alone answer their questions. "Let's bring her back to bed and as soon as she is sober again, she needs to tell us everything that happened."