OMG I am sooooo sorry, you guys do not even know the struggle right now. My English essay that I've been working on for the past 3 weeks, finally done- 34 pages. You do not even know. That aside, many apologies are in order for being such a terrible person and not updating. I'm not even going to mention 'The Incident'. It kind of drained me of all my creative Clexa energy. Without further ado, here is the latest (mildly cruddy) chapter, more to follow!
"You won't hurt me, you know."
"I know, it just- it feels weird to even try." They were in an empty clearing in the woods, both holding swords.
"Try again. Remember to keep the point up." Clarke reluctantly obliged, and Lexa knocked her sword away. They tried several more time, Clarke not even coming close to getting a hit in.
"What's the point of this again?"
"So that you'll be able to defend yourself if somebody tries to hurt you." Clarke fell silent at that for a moment.
"But won't you protect me," she asked, voice small. Lexa dropped her sword, striding forward to clasp Clarke in a fierce embrace.
"Of course I will," she whispered. "Of course I will."
"Promise?" Lexa pulled back, held Clarke's chin in both hands, gently tilting her head to face her.
"Clarke, I will never, ever let you get hurt."
"Then why all the training?" Lexa grinned. In case I get hurt, she thought.
"So that you can protect me," she said.
"But you don't need protecting! You're Lexa, the dark and fearless!" Clarke gave a grin to match hers. Lexa stroked her hand across Clarke's cheek, then pressed a kiss to her forehead.
"True, that," she said, and picked up her sword.