Lexa just finished changing out of her commander uniform and into more comfortable clothing that she usually wore to bed. Balancing on the crutch Clarke made her, she leaned over the table checking the battle plans for what seemed like the one-hundredth time.
It was then when she heard shuffling behind her and she grabbed her sword that was lying on the table.
She quickly pivoted on the crutch, turning to see Clarke stumbling in.
Lexa let out a sigh of relief, for she was worried that it was either an intruder or one of her generals that might see her leaning on the crutch for her leg. The cast was easy to hide because her pant legs covered it.
She dropped the sword on the ground and met eyes with the drunken blonde, "Clarke…what are you doing here?" She watched the blonde move closer to her. "It's late and you should be in bed."
Lexa felt Clarke's finger come up to her lips to silence her.
The blonde hiccupped and turned around to sit at the foot of the commander's bed. "You were watching me all night commander." Clarke slurred.
Lexa gulped, "Clarke, you have had too much to drink."
The blonde tried to keep herself sitting up straight, "Am I wrong?"
The brunette swallowed even harder this time and now fiddling with her crutch, "You are not wrong."
Clarke now pointing out the commander's reaction, "Wow, the big bad commander is nervous. Never thought I'd see the day."
If Lexa didn't know how drunk Clarke was, she would not have allowed the mockery to ensue. She calmly spoke, "Clarke I think you sh—"
She stopped speaking when she saw the blonde walk over and place a soft kiss on her lips.
Lexa opened her eyes and looked at Clarke. The blonde placed her hand on Lexa's cheek and kissed her once again. Now sliding her tongue on the commander's bottom lip, things began to heat up. Lexa moaned and grabbed the girl's hips. Their tongues danced against one another's. Clarke pulled away and began placing kisses on the brunette's neck.
It was then when Lexa felt Clarke swaying back and forth.
Lexa pulled away. "No, not like this."
Clarke scoffed loudly and somehow made it back over to the foot of the bed and plopped herself down with no grace. She brought the palm of her hand up to her chin and leaned on it for support. "And why not? For someone as smart as yourself, you think you would take an opportunity when you see it? This is your only chance Lexa because when tomorrow comes," she motioned at the both of them with her finger, "this isn't happening. We should just go separate ways."
Lexa, using her crutch, walked over to where Clarke was sitting and sat next to her. Clarke went to kiss her again but the brunette stopped her and grabbed her hand instead. "For someone as strong and respectable as yourself, I could never take advantage of the opportunity you are giving me." She let out a deep breath, "You are under the influence of some of our strongest alcoholic drinks, so you are right. This isn't happening."
Clarke pulled her hand out of Lexa's grip.
"I'm sorry if I offended you, but you mean more to me than just one night."
The blonde's breath hitched and she turned her head. Trying to hold in her tears she muttered, "Well I'm sorry but now neither will happen."
Lexa confused placed her hand on the blonde's shoulder but took it off when Clarke flinched at the mere touch. "Clarke…I never asked you for anything. If you think I did, let me clarify that I didn't intend to." She paused for a moment and then continued, "Is there a reason why you don't want to see me after tomorrow comes? Once again, if this is my to do then—"
"Oh just stop!" Clarke now turned to face Lexa, but she let one tear fall down her face. "You heard what Indra said! I will lead to your demise, which will lead to the destruction of your people! I do not want to be responsible for that Lexa! I don't want to hurt anymore people!" Now tears came falling down effortlessly.
Lexa now realized why Clarke had kept her distance the past couple days. Indra's warning scared her. The commander wiped at the tears falling with her soft thumb and took hold of one of Clarke's hands. "Hey, listen to me. You will not be the cause of such thing. If I choose you to be mine that is my choice. I would be honored to call you mine. Indra only said those things out of spite. She believes that you will interfere with me and my duties as commander, but you are the complete opposite." She tucked strands of blonde hair behind her ear and took a tender hold of her chin. "Clarke kom Skaikru, when I look into your blue eyes…you give me the reason to fight, just as the field of butterflies gives others in the darkest times."
The sky girl couldn't believe what she was hearing. It comforted her to know just how strongly Lexa felt. She went to say something but Lexa stopped her.
The commander was now tensing up from her confession, "You don't have to say anything. Why don't you get some sleep? You will need it to fight off the pain from the alcohol. Now let's tuck you in sky girl." Lexa stood up.
Clarke shook her head followed by a hiccup, "I can't stay here." Continuing to slur her words, "Not after the way I just acted and plus this is your bed. I can't invite myself into your bed."
Lexa smiled and chuckled a little. "Clarke, are you listening to yourself? I am inviting you to sleep in my bed."
The blonde's mind began wandering and a look of worry plastered her face, "Maybe I'm in over my head, you see Lexa I'm not really sure on how to—"
Lexa stopped her again, "Clarke! That isn't what is happening. You need not to worry. You are going to sleep." She now began situating the girl to the upper part of the bed. "Just to ease your mind that we will not be spending the night together," placing fur blankets on top of Clarke, "I will be sleeping in chair."
The blonde went to protest but Lexa caught her again, "Who is the stubborn one now?" She smirked and Clarke didn't fight her words, "Go to sleep Clarke."
The sky girl rolled over and fell asleep without hesitation.
Lexa tried to find the best position to sleep in the chair. To be quite frank, there wasn't any comfortable position. There was no place to prop her broken leg up, but Clarke sleeping soundly comforted the commander.
She reached for the vile of medicine that she was to take before bed. Before she knew it, she could not keep her eyes open.