Okay where to begin...
This will be posted also on AO3 but edited and hopefully improved, check it out there if you so desire
When I've got my head round the plot I'll be posting a multi chapter au about these two beauties meeting up after years apart, which I'm looking forward to writing if I'm honest
Anyways, I hope you enjoy this, let me know what you think, and I was incredibly embarrassed writing this chapter, just fyi...

I took the stars from my eyes, and then I made a map
And knew that somehow I could find my way back
Then I heard your heart beating, you were in the darkness too
So I stayed in the darkness with you

Cosmic Love - Florence and the Machine

It wasn't totally dark in Lexa's tent - she had lit the candles in their holders before she had even taken off her armour which now sat proudly beneath the table where she couldn't see it. Even after all these years of being the Commander, she preferred it that way.

Lexa, for her part, stood calmly in the middle of the space between the table and her bed, staring idly at the blade of the dagger she had used for the oath. It was no longer dripping blood - she had cleaned it as soon as she got back to the tent. Now, its blade was as clear as any metal as she looked down at her shadowed reflection. It could be considered 'thoughtful', except no coherent thought passed through her mind. She had watched the fire and now there was just smoke. She found no distraction from the emptiness.

She didn't turn around when footsteps crunched across the gravel outside her tent, nor when the midnight breeze slipped through the opened door. Neither did she turn as Clarke walked in slowly and stood patiently.

"Did you not find your tent, Clarke?" Lexa asked. Her fingers traced the decoration of the dagger's handle.

"I did," Clarke responded as she walked further into the tent and lifted herself to sit on the table.

Lexa turned and gave her a questioning look.

"Marie told me you'd be here," Clarke admitted. She held her chin high as Lexa's eyes bore into hers.

"I see," said Lexa. She swallowed.

"Lexa," replied Clarke, eyes dark as she held out her hand. "You came back."

The taller girl placed the dagger down. Reluctantly, she took the outstretched hand and let herself be pulled closer to the table where the blonde was sitting.

Clarke pulled again on Lexa's hand, lifting the still healing palm to her lips. "I'm tired of fighting this," she muttered into the girl's skin.

Lexa looked at Clarke before stepping closer, standing now between the girl's legs. The blonde released her hand and wrapped her arms tightly around the brunette' shoulders. They stayed there, Lexa leaning into the blonde as she breathed in the Sky Princess' hair, head buried into the crook of her neck.

"Hey," whispered Clarke, stroking a thumb along Lexa's jawline and causing the brunette to look at her. "Don't be shy, okay?"

Lexa nodded and gave a small smile that made Clarke's heart beat faster. Where Lexa was standing she could feel its steady rhythm against her own chest. Clarke leant in, slowly, and her lips met Lexa's. In the kiss there was no desperation, or panic, but wanting and hope. It was calm and measured and so, so needed.

Clarke's hands moved to Lexa's hair, pulling the bands from the braids carefully as the kiss continued. Lexa placed her hands on Clarke's thighs, just by the blonde's knees, to steady herself. Clarke gave a soft sigh.

The brunette pulled back from the kiss, just slightly, so that she could look at Clarke. Her breathing was heavy, and when Lexa squeezed her thighs gently she nodded and wrapped her legs firmly around the girl's waist as Lexa lifted her from the table. Clarke's eyes shone with confidence as she let herself be carried across the tent.

Lexa lowered the blonde gently onto the furs of the bed, her green eyes sparkling with the same fire which was now burning in Clarke's. She hovered over the blonde, hesitant in her movements, until Clarke pulled her down into another kiss. It was a deep kiss this time.

Slowly, Clarke's hands moved to Lexa's hips and scraped at the skin where the girl's shirt had ridden up. Gasping, Lexa leant back, rose to her knees and allowed her shirt to be pulled up over her head. It was tossed somewhere in the tent.

Hungry hands followed the path of the shirt as Clarke trailed her touch up the tough muscles of Lexa's stomach. Lexa helped her undo the bindings and watched the blonde take her in, her skin burning under Clarke's smoky gaze. It was the first time Clarke had allowed herself to check the Commander out, and it left her stunned.

Strong fingers at the edge of her own shirt pulled Clarke back to the present where Lexa was looking down at her, asking silently for her permission to remove the material. Clarke lifted herself to kiss Lexa again and broke it only to slip the shirt off. Undeterred, Lexa traced the blonde's jaw with her lips and her calloused hands pushed Clarke back down onto the bed as they ran across the newly exposed skin.

"You finally get to see me undressed," husked Clarke. Lexa chuckled into the softness of the blonde's neck.

The chuckling was cut short as Clarke's fingers moved to the waistband of Lexa's trousers. The brunette sat up, but Clarke followed, capturing Lexa in a searing kiss as she flipped them over. Slowly, Clarke crawled backwards down the bed, eyes locked with Lexa's before she pressed a kiss in the centre of her tanned ribs, then on her stomach and down, down, down until she was at the waistband. She nipped at the skin on Lexa's hip bone, and dragged the trousers down her long legs until Lexa laid entirely naked on the bed.

Teasing, Clarke walked her fingers up the side of Lexa's body, long her hip and her ribs. With a groan that made Clarke laugh, Lexa grabbed Clarke's hand and flipped them again so that she sat straddling the blonde's clothed thigh. Lexa held onto Clarke's hand tightly as she looked down at her.

"It's okay, Lexa," whispered Clarke. Her voice was low. "I trust you."

That was all it took for Lexa to move, still as caring as before, but she allowed herself to lose her fears in the moment. Clarke watched the brunette relax and smiles crept like ghosts across their faces as they forgave each other.

Clarke surrendered to the touch as she felt Lexa pull the trousers down her thighs, the warmth of the material immediately replaced by the warmth of Lexa's mouth as she kissed the length of each leg. The blonde grasped at Lexa's hair as the girl moved up her body, pulling her mouth against her own impatiently.

Lexa broke the kiss, placing an elbow next to Clarke's head and watched the blonde as she rested her body on top of hers. She traced Clarke's collarbone lightly with her fingertips. "We have time, Clarke," she whispered as she kissed behind Clarke's ear.

"We have time," agreed Clarke breathlessly. Lexa's hand moved from her shoulder to trace the length of her torso. The furs beneath her were soft, and Lexa's body was warm, and Clarke had not felt such comfort in a very long time - if ever at all.

Her chest lifted and a soft moan slipped from her mouth as Lexa kissed down her neck. Clarke could feel the Commander's muscles clench as their bodies moved against each other, like the slow dance of the twisted flames. Lexa's touch was fire, and Clarke was happy to be burnt.

"We have time, Clarke," muttered Lexa again into Clarke's neck, the warmth of her breath tickling at the skin there. Still moving, she lifted her head to capture Clarke's moan roughly in her mouth and the kiss only broke when Clarke, finished, pushed at Lexa's shoulder so that she could recapture her breath.

"Stop smirking," laughed Clarke faintly as Lexa rolled off of her. The blonde stretched as the Commander propped herself up on her elbow, lying on her side to overlook Clarke.

"And what if I don't?" asked Lexa, eyes alight with a mischief that made Clarke bite her lip.

"Well Commander..." replied Clarke as she pushed Lexa backwards. She laughed as the girl fell onto the fur with a huff. "I think you're about to find out." She hooked a leg over Lexa's hips and shuffled back as she pushed a hand between their two bodies.

"Clarke," Lexa breathed before her ability to speak English escaped her completely, Clarke bit down on the girl's collarbone when the Commander gave a guttural moan which ripped through both bodies. Stunted phrases tumbled out of the brunette's mouth, foreign to Clarke's ears. She didn't need a translator to recognise the meaning behind the words.

Lexa wanted Clarke to be closer. Needed Clarke to be closer.

Clarke hummed against her skin, pressing her body further into Lexa's and breathing in her warmth. Her tongue traced a bead of sweat up from the contour of the brunette's neck and Lexa almost cried out, her nails dragging sharply down the length of Clarke's spine.

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