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Chapter 4

Lexa tiptoed past the kitchen, hoping to pass through the living area unnoticed. That and she was trying to ensure any sudden movements didn't cause a breeze to freeze the her damp skin. Wet curls cascaded down the brunette's shoulders and back as she inched past the fully occupied couch. Following the "post passing out" exchange, Lexa had retreated to the shower to wash away the dried sweat that clung to limbs and drown out the embarrassment and shame that plagued her clouded mind. She had let the moisture drizzle down her form, contemplating a way in which she could restore her stoic facade. She had exited the shower room in resignation, hoping to high heavens that she could slip away into the depths of her room so that she could be consumed by her "sorrows".

No such luck however as it turned out that Raven was on the way back from a trip to the kitchen; scrappy food in hands. What a surprise. "Ah Lexa, put some clothes on! We're gunna hit the beach tonight woooop!" Raven exclaimed, throwing in a small celebratory dance just for good measure. In response to the comment, everyone in the room turned to look in their direction.

"You know what Rae...I think I will sit this one out, I'm a little...worn out?" It was a weak challenge and Lexa knew that but she tried it regardless. Raven seemed to always get her way, almost as much as Clarke did. Then again, it was probably just to shut the girl up.

"Welll thanks to Clarke's heroics, we all witnessed the cat nap you had earlier. Now get your skimpy bikini out so we can hit the beers and get our skinny dipping mojo on!" Lexa looked absolutely horrified, in fact she couldn't think of anything worse. Strike that. Clarke was going...

"I suppose I could do with letting my hair loose for once." Lexa sighed; all about giving up.

"I wouldn't worry about that Lex, you kind of covered that part when I found you sprawled out on the concrete..." Clarke stated in amusement. "Looked like you were in a fucking Loreal commercial!" The room erupted in laughter, much to the brunette's dismay.

Suddenly feeling incredibly exposed and vulnerable, standing in just short length of cloth, Lexa tried to make a quick exit. Only to be caught by Raven's arm, the one that wasn't currently holding her beloved cheetos that is. "Not so fast there Flexi Lexi!"

Lexa's eyes bore into Raven's, "You did not just call me that."

"You're right, perhaps you don't quite deserve that title. You didn't appear very athletic when the tarmac was kicking your ass earlier today." Raven shot back. "Indra needs to come down harder on her teaching methods if you're floored that easily!" She really didn't.

Lexa didn't reply but rather stood there seething in silent fury. "All right guys that's enough teasing for today." Clarke jumped to the brunette's defence, quite literally; having bounded off the couch. The blonde placed her hand on Lexa's shoulder, a sign of moral support. The brunette shivered at the contact; praying Clarke dint notice her reaction. She did. The blonde's lips curled at the corners into a small triumphant smile before continuing with her comment. "Hey Raven, why don't I tell Lexa about that time when..."

"Shut up Griffin, or I'll put bleach in your shampoo again!"

"Okay well I'm gonna go...and get changed." Lexa responded, motioning in the direction of her room.

"Or you could just save the trouble and just skip that part out. I'm sure Clarke won't have any objections! I'm sure she would love you to..." Lexa didn't hear the last part, Clarke had clearly managed to muffle the words of embarrassment escaping the girl's mouth; the blonde providing the filter Raven was clearly lacking. She was glad she had sped to her room, keeping her face turned from the scene unfurling behind her. The blush that had crept onto her cheeks would have only made the situation worse. Lexa rolled her eyes before pushing herself off the door frame and headed towards her dresser.

It had been an evening of cheerful banter and rapidly flowing alcohol. Also one without skinny dipping; much to Lexa's relief. It wasn't that she hadn't been enjoying herself, she had, but the brunette was restless. She never like to stay in one place, always preferring have an escape route planned, should she named to make use of it. Perhaps it was years of military training that had manipulated her brain into think this was, or maybe it was a defence mechanism. Lexa was still haunted by her past and she found it easier to be alone with her thought rather than confront another about them. That's how she had found herself her, perched sat in her favourite spot near the cliff's edge. It was ark but that hadn't topped Lexa from climbing to the top. She knew nobody would look for her here, and if they did, well they were hardly going to risk their lives just to engage in conversation with the brunette.

Lexa was wrong, as it turned out. She was looking out across the shore, taking in the moon's beautiful reflection of the moon on the ocean's calm waters when she heard a frustrated huff sounding below. Lexa peered over the edge, curious as to see who dared to venture so close. Of course it was Clarke. It had to be. She briefly thought about ignoring the blonde's efforts but was she kidding?

"Need a little help?" Lexa inwardly scolded herself. Brilliant Lex, just invite her right on up here why don't you?

Clarke clears her through before gratefully acccepting the brunette's offer. She seemed caught in an internal struggle between curiosity and guilt.

Lexa clambered down with ease, resisting the temptation to back flip the last few feet just to show off. She drew a grumbling Clarke into her arms and began a strenuous climb back to the top. Turns out it's lot harder with one hand and twice the body weight. Satisfied with her achievement, the brunette set the blonde down on the surface next to her. Clarke waited as Lexa caught her breath, eventually turning to meet the brunette's intense gaze

"To what do I owe the pleasure?" Questioned Lexa, searching her convention's eyes for any clues as to what the blonde was thinking.

"You came up here alone, why?" Clarke's concern was etched across her face as he attempted to gather some understanding of the girl sat next to her.

"There is comfort in being alone, nobody expects you to do anything nor do you feel the urge to do so yourself. You can be selfish, and focus on you. No expectations. No responsibilities." Lexa didn't know why she was being so honest with the girl, having only known her for a matter of days. There was something enticing about Clarke, a pull that seemed to draw the personal information Lexa kept locked away far from its safe. This girl already knew more than most and this worried the brunette deeply.

"Ah. So you are a sad yet mysterious loner then?" The blonde concluded, giving the other girl a playful nudge.

"Something like that." As soon as her chest of emotions had opened, it had shut equally as fast. Clarke noticed Lexa shift the convention's topic, feeling the closed off brunette withdraw once more. "So how about you, why have you retreated to my much loved sanctuary of loneliness?"

"Well for one, Bellamy is terrible at charades, especially when he is shot-faced drunk." Lexa smiled that, she enjoyed the light-hearted wit the blonde always forged so perfectly. "And...I was curios as to where you had sneaked off too...I mean not that I'm a stalker or anything...I mean I was just mildly worried..." Clarke trailed off, in a desperate attempt to conceal her mild obsession with the brunette.

Lexa laughed, at ease with what seemed to be Clarke's discomfort. A rare emotion expressed by the shorter girl. "I'm glad one of us find this amusing," the blonde scowled, her mood dampened by her hopelessness. Lexa only gave her small smile and looked back onto the horizon. "It's peaceful up here." The brunette nodded her head in agreement."A bit cold too." Clarke shivered, puzzling into Lexa's neck.

The blonde felt the body beneath her stiffen, though she didn't let it stop her as she drew brunette closer. Lexa hated being touched, any sign of affection seemed to fuel her discomfort. She hadn't always been this way, but she had changed. Yet her she was, a beautiful blonde in her arms and a childish smile playing on her lips. There was something different about the feel of Clarke's warmth on her skin, the feeling was alien to her. The nerves that had bound her stomach in nots were almost refreshing, a feeling she had long since felt. Lexa retreated into Clarke's embrace, guiding the two of them backwards until their heads met the thinnest of sand beneath them. Clarke's breath were coming out cold and ragged, so Lexa removed the shawl from her shoulders and wrapped it around the two of them.

Clarke felt Lexa relax underneath her, the rise and fall of her chest slowing as the blonde continued to rest her head against the tanned skin.

Clarke like having Lexa here. In fact, she couldn't think of anything better.

Thank you so much for reading, I actually love these two characters. Sorry any mistakes and let me know whether you enjoyed it and if I should carry on with the story. Xxx