Hey Everyone – here is chapter 5! So sorry for the delay on this guy!

The next time Abby saw Clarke, she was standing at the right hand of the Commander with the ambassadors and generals of the other clans by her side. She paused for a moment taking in the sight of her daughter – she had never looked so regal. Clarke's hair was down, with delicate braids weaved into her hair. Gone were the clothes of the teenager she had sent to the ground. She now wore a longer leather jacket of sorts, with no sleeves and a collar that was flipped up around her neck before opening over her collar bones. Her arms were adorned with leather fingerless gloves that went up to her elbows. She looked like a true warrior – a grounder. Clarke's posture however said otherwise. Abby could clearly see that the girls balance was off slightly, favoring the weight of her body to her uninjured leg. Though her face was serious, she could see pain beneath her eyes as the commander spoke.

As Lexa addressed the crowd she began to pace back and forth in front of them, the passion in her voice growing with each step. Her usual war paint was missing, and the doctor assumed it was because this was a rally for peace instead of war. When Lexa finished greeting the crowd she turned back to the ambassadors and nodded, giving permission for them to sit down behind her as she spoke. It was a bit of an odd thing for them to sit while everyone else stood around them, and Abby wondered if the chairs Lexa had brought for the ambassadors were for Clarke's benefit more than anything. She wasn't blind after all.

It would take an idiot to miss that the relationship between her daughter and the commander wasn't strictly business, but what exactly entailed she wasn't really sure. How Clarke could move past the Commander's betrayal at the mountain was beyond her. How her daughter could associate so frequently with the woman who killed the boy she loved fathomed her. Yet, she could see the respect Clarke had for the woman in her eyes – and let's not forget what she had walked in on this morning. Abby squinted her eyes disapprovingly at Clarke from across the crowd for a moment before realizing that Lexa had called Marcus forward.

Though the commander's voice was loud and powerful, it was difficult to make out what she was saying over the murmurs of the crowd. She watched as Kane retook the brand and pledged Skaikru's loyally as the 13th clan of the coalition once more. The crowd around her was suspicious – their clan having rejected the brand last time, but as Lexa's powerful voice grew louder reassuring the 12 remaining clans of their loyalty the crowds cheering around her grew. Soon the entire crowd was cheering and Abby raised her hands to clap along with everyone in approval.

It hit her then that Lexa was a revolutionist – the first commander in their history to bring peace to the people of the ground. She was a visionary unlike no other. Still, that didn't mean she was comfortable letting Clarke…

"We welcome the Skaikru as the 13th clan!" Lexa's voice boomed out over the crowd, pulling Abby from her deep thoughts. "We now walk into a new era of peace and prosperity – where our children can grow without the fear of war and death looming over them!" The crowd cheered wildly. "Tomorrow, we will begin negotiating our treaties between the 13 clans – but peace is not something we should over look! Tonight we celebrate it!"

The crowd screamed loudly again, as Lexa took her exit. The excitement around her was like nothing she had ever seen – reverberating off her body. Within minutes a group of grounders had pulled out the drums and people were dancing to a beat around her. People began to pull out several long tables, preparing for the evenings feast. The alcohol had already been opened.

"See I told you." A voice said from behind her, and she turned to see Octavia, whose shoulders were wrapped fondly with Lincoln's arm.

"Yes – this is going to be quite something." Octavia smiled broadly before Lincoln lead her away, pointing to the tables of food in front of them. Abby smiled as the two retreated – it was a miracle those two had found each other.

"Well I think that went fairly well." A voice she instantly recognized as Marcus' said.

"Yes, I'd say so. Better than I expected." She said reaching out to look at the brand Kane had re-took. It was red and tender. Abby was happy, but still hesitant about rejoining the coalition. Marcus smiled as the two began walking, the grounder music pulsing loudly through the air.

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Many hours into the celebration, the pain Clarke had been in all day started to magnify. It was long dark, and she was sure the herbal pain killers Nyko had given her that afternoon were well worn off. Clarke knew she should retreat to bed, but everything around her was so enthralling. She watched curiously as the people of the grounder celebrated – it was unlike anything she had seen since coming to the ground. People around her laughed happily, a sound she had almost forgotten existed in the heat of war. She smiled to herself gently, as she watched the 13 clans slip further into drunken stupidity – somethings really didn't matter if you were from the ground of the sky and drunken behavior was certainly one of them.

Clarke had long since been a fan of people watching, and that's what made events like this so enjoyable for her. Across the crowd she spotted Lexa, who was flush with drink laughing ever so gently at something one of the clan ambassador's joked. The sight made Clarke's heart leap into her throat, and the blonde was suddenly overcome with the desire to be near the brunette. Clarke took a step forward, but as she did her leg buckled and for a moment she thoughts she was about to hit the ground. Unbeknownst to her, Nyko had been keeping an eye on her all evening, and was at her side quickly helping her to sit on a nearby stool.

"Are you alright, Wanheda?" He asked at the woman settled her breath, silently thanking the warrior from saving her from unwanted attention. It was at this point that Clarke realized she might not even be able to get back to her tent unassisted.

"Yes, thank you Nyko." Clarke answered, though the pain in her eyes betrayed her. Unconvinced, Nyko pulled out a mix of herbs, which Clarke gladly accepted, chewing them carefully despite her distaste for the flavor. Nyko then offered her a mug of whatever brew the grounders were drinking that evening. At this point, Clarke had yet to partake in any form alcohol this evening already lightheaded from the pain and whoozy from whatever concoction of herbs Nyko had been feeding her.

"It will help numb the pain, Wanheda – you'll be ready to go in no time." He assured, casting a sly glance over at his commander raising an eyebrow slightly. "If you know what I mean…" Beneath his beard Clarke was sure she saw a brief glimpse of a drunken smile at his own tease. Clarke on the other hand wondered when he had picked up on the intimate nature of her relationship with his Heda. Before she could answer the warrior had turned, and was hollering something loudly to another solider across the crowd. Clarke chuckled as she took sip from the drink the man had offered her. She was sure she had never tasted something so strong in her life, the small sip leaving her throat burning. As she took another sip he eyes fell on Lexa once more. Gosh she was beautiful. There was something different about her now, and Clarke could only guess that it was the weight of ever looming war lifted off her shoulders. Somehow she seemed lighter, and younger. For a brief moment Clarke and Lexa's eye met across the crowd, and Lexa flashed her that specific smile that she knew only she saw.

Nyko was right, the mix of the herbs and grounder drink had numbed the pain, and suddenly through her pain Clarke felt as though she was flying. Lexa excused herself from the warrior, slowly making her way over to where Clarke was sitting.

"How are you doing, Klarke?" The brunette asked as she sat down beside her. They were sitting closer then they probably should have been, Clarke could smell wine on her breath.

"I'm tired – I hurt." Clarke admitted honestly, taking another gulp from her drink. "Though admittedly, whatever this is is helping immensely." The blonde chuckled softly, raising her glass. Lexa smiled broadly, clinking her own glass with Clarke's.

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Across the fire Abby watched curiously as her daughter interacted with their commander. It certainly was a curious sight to behold. It was obvious that the two had become close over the past few months, but she was unconvinced as to what that exactly meant. She could see that they were comfortable with each other, that when no one was looking the Commander's hand tended to brush Clarke's gently.

"hmm…" She pondered again, as Lexa leaned in closer to Clarke and her daughter let out a deep belly laugh. The doctor hadn't seen Clarke laugh like that since they came to the ground.

"She's done well for us, Abby." A voice she immediately recognized as Kane snuck up behind her, but she was unable to draw her eyes from the two women. "You must be proud of the woman she has become."

"Yes, she's not the girl I sent to the ground 8 months ago." She replied, watching as Clarke laughed again, steadying herself on the brunette's knee. Her eyebrow dropped quizzically at the action.

"What is it Abby?" The chancellor asked, and Abby finally broke her eye line from the girls, slowly bringing her brown eyes to meet Kane's. Abby paused for a moment, trying to find the right words.

"I think my daughter and the commander may be…intimate…" She trailed awkwardly.

"Wha – inti- oh." Kane stopped short, glancing over to where Abby had been staring just moments ago. "Well, I have to say, it does make sense."

"It does?"

"Yes. I think they have a lot in common. They could understand each other, and it's obvious how well they work together. Both had responsibility thrust on them at a young age, both leaders of their people. Clearly both of them have the same goal of peace. It makes sense."

"Clarke isn't the leader of our people, Kane."

"No maybe not officially, but she is the one they see as our leader. She is the one who took us from war to alliance. This peace we have – it's all Clarke's doing." He reminded a gently smile tugging at his face. "Clarke will always be a leader to our people."

Abby sighed. Even if she didn't like the thought of her 18 year old daughter being the leader of war and peace for their people, that is what she was – and she had done a damn good job at it. She briefly wondered if their relationship had anything to do with the alliance.

"Well, I don't know anything for certain yet. It's just a suspicion." Kane nodded respectfully, and both their eyes went back to where Clarke and Lexa were sitting. The conversation between the two of them had dwindled, and the girls were now staring into the fire, casually sipping on their drinks. They watched as Lexa stood, offering a hand to Clarke as she stood. The two spoke for a moment before Clarke turned and limped off into the direction of the tent she had been in earlier that day.

Immediately Abby slipped back into doctor mode.

"I should go grab some bandages and help Clarke take care of her wound before she falls asleep."

"I'll walk with you." Kane offered, and the two turned in the direction of the Skaikru camp.

What they didn't see what Lexa follow Clarke into her tent, just moments after she left.

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Clarke's journey back to the tent was more excruciating then she would have liked to admit. The combination of alcohol, herbs and exhaustion where beginning to make her feel dizzy. As soon as she got into Lexa's tent she flopped back on the commander's bed, waiting for her partner to join her. That was another thing making her dizzy. Lexa. She wasn't sure if it was the party atmosphere, or the alcohol she had been consuming, but she couldn't help but find Lexa completely intoxicating that evening. Even more so than usual.

"Hey" A soft voice called as Lexa dipped her head through the tent flap. From where she was lying Clarke threw her commander a sly smile, not willing herself to sit up. Lexa was by her in a moment, helping her remove her boots from her feet so she could get ready for the night. "Let's get you into something more comfortable."

Clarke nodded. She had insisted on keeping her SkaiKru jeans this morning, and hated to admit that they were so tight they may have been causing extra pressure and pain on her wound all day long. Lexa grabbed Clarke's wrists - her body flopped as she pulled her into a stand. The commander let out a chuckle.

"What?" Clarke asked, as she began to undo the buckle to her pants and strip them off her body. Lexa smiled broadly.

"Whatever it is that Nyko gave you is doing some interesting things to you Clarke."

"What? Please I'm fine." Clarke said, as she kicked her pants from her feet, bringing her face mere millimeters from the commander's face. "Besides, don't you act like you haven't had more than a few cups of wine. You may be able to hide it from your people – but I can tell."

"Please Clarke." Lexa flushed, as she moved to steady the girl. She both loved and hated just how well the blonde could read her. To anyone else, the commander would have seemed perfectly fine – but Clarke knew better. It was in the subtle smiles, and the touches, the way she allowed herself to talk and laugh without constant guard.

Lexa moved her hand to the zipper the rest just above the blonde's breast, carefully pulling it down. Of course, Clarke was more than capable of doing this herself, but in her slightly intoxicated state she just couldn't resist. As the commander moved to push the shirt off Clarke's shoulders, she was instead met with soft lips, crashing down hungrily on hers. Lexa let out a groan at the contact almost immediately, her arms wrapping around Clarke's waist allowing her hands to sneak up the back of Clarke's top and enjoy the skin of her back. Clarke deepened the kiss, pulling on Lexa's lip gently to bring her even closer than before. Lexa's hands roamed the girl freely, but stopped with a start when she came in contact with the still healing skin of her lovers back.

"Clarke." Lexa whispered breathily, as she pulled her lips away from Clarke's. In her state she had nearly forgotten that Clarke was injured. She then realized that she was supporting almost all of Clarke's body weight. "Clarke." She whispered again as the blonde peppered kisses along her jaw line. It took everything in her to pull back. "Why don't we go to bed?"

Clarke knew Lexa was just trying to take care of her, so defeated she nodded, dropping the shirt that that slunk to her elbows onto the ground. Lexa reached around Clarke's waist, carefully helping to guide the injured girl to lay down on the bed that stood a few feet away from them.

"I'll just be a moment." Lexa said, as she walked over to a small table that held all of the things she needed to sleep. Clarke watched as Lexa slowly undid all the buckles from her jacket, before slipping the leather garment over her shoulders. She smiled at Clarke, as she removed her boots, followed by her pants leaving her just in fitted shorts and a tight black t-shirt. For a moment the commander considered changing into her night gown, but in her haze instead chose to wander over to Clarke.

"Clarke." She whispered quietly as she lay down, her eyes looking straight into blue. Immediately soft lips were on her, drawing her body close.

"Clarke, you are injured." Lexa gasped as Clarke began to trail kisses from her neck to her collar bone. How on earth was Clarke so good at this?

"So?" She asked quizzically, "That never stopped us before."

"You were never injured before." Clarke pulled Lexa's top over her head, quickly followed by her binding.

"Please. You wanted to have sex like two days after you were shot. I'm not even dying. You. Were."

"Hmmm." Lexa couldn't really argue with that one. "Fine. But we're being extra careful."

Lexa let out a smile, moving to strip herself completely before gently pushing Clarke on her back and coming to hover over top of her.

"Why are you still wearing things?" She asked, gently nipping at her collarbone before pulling Clarke's bralette over her head. The commander dipped her head forward kissing along the blondes shoulders as her fingers dipped into the waist of her shorts, carefully shimmying them down past her hips.

"Careful." Clarke reminded gently. She could tell by the fact that Lexa wasn't fighting her on this that the numbing effects of the alcohol were taking hold.

"That's better." Lexa smiled, tossing the garment aside. The brunette moved, gently straddling the blonde's uninjured thigh with her legs, before pressing her body into girls. Briefly blue eyes stared into green ones before their lips came together once more. Clarke let out a small moan, her hands trailing up and down the brunettes back.

"God Lex." She whispered, rocking her hips into the warrior's thigh.

"Clarke." She whispered back, pressing herself equally as hard into Clarke, who's back arched involuntarily at the movement.

"Fuck." Clarke gasped breathily. She wasn't sure if it was the combination of the alcohol and herbs, or if Lexa was just that intoxicating, but for a brief moment she wondered how she was going to survive anything past foreplay tonight.

Lexa smiled against her, letting out a low chuckle as her hands came to the blondes hair. Lexa dipped back in, nipping Clarke's lips gently when a loud crash clattered through the tent.

"Mom!" Clarke yelped, breaking her lips from Lexa's, startled, hands moving to try and cover as much of them as possible.

"Uh, Clarke…Commander…" Abby stood in the entrance to the tent awkwardly, her eyes averted to the ground instantly, as she went to pick up the medical supplies she had dropped in a start upon entering the tent.

"You would do well to stop entering my tent unannounced, Doctor Griffin." Lexa seethed, as she craned her head around to look at the doctor. She didn't move from her position on top of Clarke.

"I brought uh….some new bandages for you Clarke. Sorry." She said so quietly they almost misunderstood what she had said. Abby quickly put them down on a table, before awkwardly ducking back out of the tent.

With that Lexa dropped her head into Clarke's hair, unable to stop a series of chuckles from slipping from her lips.

"You are not seriously laughing at this?" Lexa shook against her. "We just got caught having sex – by my mother – and you think it's funny?" Clarke was horrified. Her blue eyes went wide. "Lexa. You yelled at her."

Lexa chuckled again, before turning serious and propping herself up on her elbows above the blonde. "I did not yell Clarke. People cannot just assume they can walk into the commander's tent unannounced. It is not something I will stand for."

Clarke pursed her lips together seriously. "I know." If it had been anyone else, there would have been serious consequences, but she was hoping since the doctor was her mother that a simple talking to would do.

"Perhaps you should go talk to her." Lexa suggested. Clarke's eyes went wide again.

"What? Now?"

"Hmm. Perhaps in the morning – we still have a lot to finish up here tonight." The commander smiled mischievously, places a strong kiss on the blondes jaw.

"How can you still be in the mood after something like that?" Clarke wondered aloud.

"What do you wish for me to stop?" Lexa smiled again, fingers dipping between the girls legs. Clarke gasped.

"No. No I don't."

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And there it is friends! I really hope you guys loved it! Will have chapter six up in the next few days! Please read and review!