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On night shift this week so posting a little early.

Back in Camp Jaha Bellamy watched Abby as she approached the tent built for Lexa and Clarke and sighed. Now what? He saw Indra heading after Abby but caught her eye and shook his head, making her pause. He himself headed in the direction and Indra nodded in understanding, turning to leave him to it.

Inside the tent Abby walked into the bedroom, ignoring everything but the pile of items that were her daughters. She had no idea why she was here, none at all. She was just hit with a need to come out here. She knew there was a basis of trust between Clarke and the Heda. But she needed something to prove to her that Clarke would be ok with this. For some reason she had gone back to her daughters prison cell and seeing the drawings there she just knew she had to come here.

So here she was, going through her daughters items, which wasn't much, and on the bottom she found it. A sketch pad, if you could call it that. More like a roughly tied together sheaths of paper. Abby sat on the floor and took in the first page. It appeared to be the crash site where the kids shuttle had gone down.

The second page was a woman. She looked vaguely familiar and Abby realised it was the blonde, Anya. She had been a good person from what Clarke had told her. The next page was what gave her pause, it was the Heda, minus makeup and Clarke had caught raw emotion in the leader's eyes. Abby continued to flick through the pages. Page after page after page of the Heda. In her full Commander outfit, in her casual outfit, standing and sitting on her chair/throne. The last one made her pause and her heart jumped. It was two figures with their backs to them, looking out over Camp Jaha. The thing that grabbed her was that it was quite obviously Clarke and Lexa and they were arm in arm, heads together. The picture spoke volumes and it told Abby everything she needed to know.

A footstep behind her had her turning then sighing as she saw Bellamy behind her.

"Clarke was always a good drawer" Bellamy stated and Abby nodded.

"Especially when she has a subject she is passionate about." Abby closed the sketch book and placed it back on the pile "They care for each other"

"I told you"

"I needed to be sure myself" Abby stated as she tidied the pile and then got to her feet

"Clarke is an adult now, and our leader. You need to let her go and just support her."

They shared a long look before Abby nodded and walked out of the tent. Bellamy watched her go before turning to follow her.

Clarke was woken by soft lips skimming across her collar bone. She hummed and stretched, body tingling as she raised a hand to sink into dark luxurious hair.

"Lex" she moaned holding onto her and pulling her closer as Lexa rolled on top of her while soft lips skimmed up her throat. "Jesus" she hissed and cupping her face pulled her up so she could take soft plump lips hungrily with her own.

Lexa growled and returned the kiss with an equal passion. It was their most passionate kiss yet and they both got lost in it. Clarke had learned with their previous kisses not to panic and to revel in the feeling that coursed through her. She was never more aware of their half-dressed state, never more aware of their intimate position.

She let her hands slide down soft sides and bandages to grip at Lexas hips, not yet daring to go to non-neutral territory. Still it caused Lexa to grind down into her making her gasp. Lexa broke the kiss and pressed her forehead to hers.

"You are so beautiful Clarke, I can barely keep my hands off you" Lexa started pressing kisses over her face "it's a constant struggle to deny myself"

"You're the beautiful one" Clarke disagreed brushing her hair back and groaning when Lexa latched onto her neck "I thought so from the start"

"Really?" Lexa looked up in surprise and Clarke growled in frustration because she had stopped.

"Lex!"

"No, I want to know" Lexa insisted

"Oh my God, you wake me up, get me all worked up and then want to talk" Clarke muttered and bit her lip when dark passion filled eyes met hers and she shivered.

"You're not ready so for your sake you better start talking." Lexa husked and Clarke looked at her confused for a second before understanding dawned. Oh

"Ok yes. You were stunning, sitting there all dark and gorgeous, war paint on and playing with your dagger. It's a wonder I could talk at all" she admitted and Lexa slid to the side much to her dismay but she could feel the brunette shaking trying to gain control. She may have stopped kissing her but it didn't stop the wandering hands from touring her body, or Clarkes reaction to it.

"Me too, at our first meeting. I'm still not sure how I didn't slice my finger off on that dagger" she joked and Clarke pressed a kiss to her head and caught the wandering hand with her own so she could play with the fingers.

"You hid it well. I didn't know until our little fight about Octavia. I was stunned"

"I didn't know until you kissed me back. Then you said you weren't ready" Lexa sighed as Clarke brought up her free ha d to play with her hair. "Talk about a kick in the gut"

"Well obviously I wasn't telling the whole truth. I was just scared" Clarke admitted

"Scared?" Lexa frowned

"You overwhelm me. I lose control around you. I just..." She paused unable to explain

"I know" Lexa whispered and rising up over her again leant in for another kiss.

Lexa lay on her front, head on her arms, covers up to her waist. Her top half was uncovered revealing lovely dark skin, toned back and the gorgeous tattoo Clarke just couldn't get enough of.

It was the middle of the night, everyone was asleep (well except maybe Octavia and Lincoln from the occasional noise coming from the cave) and Lexa and Clarke were wide awake because they had spent most of the day being lazy, talking, kissing and napping.

Clarke was laying propped up on her side while trailing her fingers across said back, trailing the tattoo in fascination. She liked the reaction it caused too, with Lexa's muscles jumping, goosebumps on her skin and the moans she made.

"You just love that tattoo" Lexa groaned as Clarkes fingers wandered

"I do. It's sexy and hot." Clarke admitted with a blush and Lexa turned to look at her with a raised brow. She couldn't help but chuckle

"Should I get more?" She asked and watched Clarkes eyes darken. Oh boy. "Ok next time I go to Polis"

"Is that where you get them done?" She asked as she twirled fingers, careful of the freshly scarring back.

"It's where I got that one. My tribal rank one on my arm the clan did" she winced "I wouldn't recommend that"

"Ha ha that bad huh? I don't intend to get one. I like them on you" Clarke whispered leaning down to kiss the corner of her mouth "I wouldn't mind you getting more but not covered. I like your skin too"

"Do you just" Lexa smiled, she already knew that. Her skin quite liked Clarke too. "You know the clan might expect you to get a rank one on your arm."

"Really?" she looked at her arm and winced "would it be as big as yours?" She asked worried and Lexa smiled

"No" she reassured "you would have two different bands indicating that you're a princess. It can be as small as you want. As long as it is distinguishable"

"Can I get it done in Polis?" She asked and Lexa reached out to reassure her, placing a hand on her arm

"I won't force you to get one Clarke. The people won't either" she assured "I will be there for you though if you do"

"I know, but they would respect me more" Clarke gave a wry smile "I would be part of the clan"

"Clarke they already respect and like you. You are their Skaiprisa, second in command and it will soon be clear to all you're my partner" Lexa rubbed her arm lightly "They have made us a tent to share together"

"Ha Indra gave them no choice" Clarke snorted rolling her eyes.

"My people aren't stupid Clarke. They know I have favoured you right from the start." Lexa sighed as Clarke became adventurous, slipping her hand further south to the base of her spine.

"I know" Clarke ran her fingers along skin, back and forward at the top of the covers, smiling as Lexa moaned and arched into her. "So what would you get for your next one?"

"I don't know, something fierce. Maybe a dragon or another animal equally as fierce" Lexa sighed and Clarke could see that in her mind's eye. Maybe on her leg or other arm. She shivered then frowned. She got turned on by the weirdest things. Looking down at the back she had the most powerful urge to lean down and trail kisses across the tattoo instead. She needed a distraction.

"Ok. Where would you put it? What about other ideas?" She asked trailing her fingers up away from the danger zone and sweeping dark hair aside so she had access to strong shoulders.

"Sides, maybe my thigh. Depends on what pattern I liked and how big it is." She paused wondering what to say next before admitting "I want to get a sky themed one, possibly moon and stars"

"Really? Why?" Clarke asked. It didn't really fit with Lexa's badass image. Lexa turned her head to look at her and Clarke became captured in those beautiful green eyes.

"For you. For my skaiprisa" Lexa whispered and Clarke stilled, awed by what the brunette was telling her. She would permanently mark her body for her.

"Lexa" she whispered

"I would get your name written in our language underneat k." Lexa informed and Clarke was a little overwhelmed with emotions. Lexa was telling her not only that she cared, loved but that she planned on doing so for a long time. What she said next had the breath leaving her body in a rush "I will do the same for any child we have"

What! Ok she was definitely not ready for that. Not for like ten years, besides there was a huge problem with it.

"Do I need to give you a human anatomy lesson?" She asked and Lexa smiled, eyes bright

"I'm well aware thank you"

"So you're thinking adoption?"

"That is an option, if necessary" Lexa stated "but not what I meant" Clarke's eyes widened as another thought hit her.

"If you think I'm going to be inseminated by one of those..." She paused not meaning insults but no way.

"No Clarke. The only way we would have a child is if the Spirit of Heda allowed it" Lexa informed and Clarke frowned reaching out to touch her forehead. Nope not feverish.

"You're pulling my leg right?" she murmured chuckling awkwardly.

"No, it is Legend. When the spirit of Heda finds its soulmate then a child will be born that will unite and lead all. It has never happened though" Lexa shrugged and turned away and Clarke had the feeling she had offended Lexa and her belief. Ok, she hadn't meant to do that.

"Really?" she asked

Lexa nodded "You can ask anyone. Any grounder"

Lexa had become tense under her touch now and she had to get the woman to relax again. She hadn't meant to upset the woman, she didn't know much at all about the Spirit of the Heda, the whole idea always seemed a bit farfetched to her. This one particularly, she was too practical. But it did not mean she should dismiss it as a joke. She was sure there were many things the grounders thought were ridiculous in her culture. Yet they kept quiet.

Honestly, in a few years, the idea of a child wasn't too bad. It was a scary prospect in a world full of wars and such. She always hoped one day to have a partner and child. Possibly children now. One day, just not yet, she wasnt ready. She wanted some time with her partner first. Noticing Lexa was still tense despite her ministrations she decided she needed to let her know her thoughts. Leaning into Lex, she pressed her front firmly against Lexa's side and kissed her shoulder.

"Well if the spirit allowed it I would be honoured" she insisted "but can you let it know not for a few years yet. I am too young, everything's too new. We are too new. I want some time with you first" she whispered into the brunette's ear then bit the shell. Lexa jumped then moaned as she continued to kiss down her neck and over a shoulder. Clarke could tell she was tense for a different reason now and grinned, raising herself up so she had better access to Lexa's back and kissing her way down the spine as far as the wound would let her.

Pushing up on her knees she continued to kiss past the wound, all the way down to Lexa's lower back where she let her tongue come out to play, swirling in the dip there.

"Clarke, you are playing with fire" Lexa hissed as she tried to control the beast in her that wanted Clarke now. Clarke smirked

"You're the Heda. Learn some control" she teased and continued trailing her hands and mouth across her back.

Lexa groaned and buried her face in her bedding. Clarke and her innocent exploration were going to be the death of her. Her body was alive with need, she was so aroused she was surprised Clarke couldn't smell it, she could certainly feel it.

She grit her teeth and let the blonde play and explore until she was sure there was no spot on her back that hadn't been caressed, kissed or licked. Breathing harshly she snapped, she could take no more and in seconds had the startled blonde beneath her pinned down.

Blue eyes blinked up at her in surprise and questioning. In reply she pressed her aching core against a smooth thigh. There was no denying how turned on she was and she watched those blue eyes darken the same time a flush spread across Clarkes cheeks.

"Oh Lex" Clarke skimmed her hands up her side making her flex against the thigh.

"Don't" Lexa gasped "Don't move" Lexa hurriedly shifted to lay by the blondes side instead of on top of her. She curled into her side and rasped out "I am an experienced woman Clarke. Your touches that you think are innocent or not very arousing do things to me no one else has." She admitted and Clarke looked at her shocked

"You have to be careful Clarke. I can only handle so much"

"I'm sorry" Clarke whispered "Next time tell me to stop sooner" she wrapped her arms around the shaking woman and held her tight.

"Dont ever be sorry for loving me Clarke" Lexa whispered "It is the greatest honour I could have"

Clarke had no come back so instead held her while she fought to be strong for both of them. It took long minutes, but soon Lexa's shuddering slowed. Soon Lexa's body started to relax. Clarke was amazed, she was still struggling with her own arousal. Lexa had phenomenal control. She was unaware that Lexa was still awake as she felt herself drift off to sleep, the brunette watching her with her body singing and love in her heart.

"Clarke Griffin of the sky people, you own me. I am yours. One day soon you will be mine" she promised and lay watching her sleeping long into the night.

Lexa woke to an empty bed and could tell by the shadows that it was mid morning. Getting up she shivered at the cold, even inside the warm tent and hurried to dress. Her fever was gone but her body was stiff and sore from days in its grip. She still had the wounds however all but the back were at a dull ache. Her back still had a way to heal.

She moved slowly out of the tent and looked around. There was no one in sight until Octavia stepped out of the shelter and came towards her.

"Heda" Octavia nodded

"Where are the others?" Lexa asked and saw Octavia gulp at the tone of her voice.

"Clarke wanted more seaweed, refused to take no as an answer" Octavia growled "Said she needed to get more before the temperatures dropped incase the streams froze over. I told her she could only go if she let Lincoln and the other four go with her."

"You did well." Lexa nodded and took in the younger girl. "It is good to see you are over your animosity towards her."

"I am still angry and hurt" Octavia sighed as she looked away, the thought of what Clarke and Lexa had done still made her blood boil.

"Yet if it were not for Clarke you would be dead today" Lexa reminded and when Octavia looked at her confused she realised Clarke had not told her about saving her life. She weighed up her choices but in the end decided to tell her the truth. "When I realised you knew that we had known about the missile I ordered your death" she paused when the girl flinched and went white. "I sent you out on guard duty and sent a guard out to kill you. Clarke realised what I had done and saved you. Brought the guard back in at gun point"

"I bet she was mad" Octavia whispered while struggling with this new fact. Her Heda had ordered her death and Clarke had saved her. She owed her life to a woman who had killed so many.

"Very mad" Lexa smirked pulling her out of her thoughts "Told me you weren't a threat. Yelled a lot of things at me. I told her I cared about her but couldn't trust you. She stormed out of my tent angry"

Octavia was fascinated by the story. Obviously she was still there so Lexa had changed her mind. She had changed her mind. Hadn't she?

"Then why am I still alive?" She asked shakily.

"Because love is weakness. I called her back to my tent" Lexa sighed.

"Wait, this is when you kissed her and she said she wasn't ready" Octavia gasped then seeing the Heda's thunderous scowl and realising she shouldn't have admitted she knew hastily added "She was worried about you. Needed to talk. In the future that will be with you I guess but she had no one else at the time. When I asked her why she changed her mind she basically said she nearly lost you and time was precious."

"It is" Lexa nodded learning more about what made Clarke change her mind. Grateful she had changed it. Hoping that once she had healed Clarke wouldn't change it back again.

"Clarke should hopefully be back soon. She has been gone for a while" Octavia knew when best to change the subject as she looked out the entrance to their covered area. The sky beyond was black and she felt a chill in the air that she had not experienced. Colder, crisper, even with the wind picked up.

"It's going to snow. If she is not back within the hour go looking. I am going for a bath" Lexa informed and Octavia could only sigh as she watched her disappear. Clarke had given her strict orders not to leave the Heda. She hoped to hell for her sake that Clarke came back soon.

It was nearly a full hour later that 5 weary stragglers returned a little bruised, a bit bloodied but in good spirits and had their seaweed. They were also carrying a string of fish and a bear pelt. Octavia took one look at Clarke and felt her heart plummet. Lexa was going to kill them all.

"Clarke what the hell?"

"Kinda ran into a bit of trouble" Clarke indicated the pelt she was carrying "but it's all good". Sure it was, Octavia thought as she watched the blonde. It was quite obvious that it had been a close call today. She looked at Lincoln and the four guards who appeared sheepish.

"Lexa is in the pool. Good luck" was all she said and Clarke grinned and handed the bearskin to a guard who was going to try and dry it for her. It would be good to have a nice fresh warm bearskin coming into winter. They had been surprised to see it actually, thinking it should be long into hibernation. They had caught it catching fish instead and it had been enraged and ...well ... several scary moments and shots later she had a nice pelt.

Walking into the pond she saw Lexa sitting there watching her entrance, watched the horror come over her face in seeing her covered in blood and hastened to assure her.

"Relax it's not mine" she informed "or the guards. We ran into a grizzly"

"What!" Lexa who had been relaxing, shot to her feet. Clarke paused from removing her shoes and took in her partners perfect form. God she was gorgeous. Hastily discarding her clothes she slipped into the pond and pushed Lexa back down and moved to straddle her.

"Don't fret Lex. No serious injuries and we have a fresh skin for warmth for winter" Clarke leant in to kiss her lightly

"You skinned it?" Lexa asked surprised while grabbing slim hips and pulling the blond closer.

"Of course, why do you think I'm covered in blood" Clarke smirked "and I did a damn fine job at it too"

"Clarke" Lexa growled, her heart still racing with fright

"Yeah?"

"Shof op"

"Make me" she dared and liked the answer when Lexa surged forward.