*HEY kids, we are slowly coming to the finale of part 1. I dunno how many chapters that will be cuz I'm literally whipping this out of my ass as I go, I have no outline only ideas scribbled on a page.

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Chapter 51:

Lexa hugged Clarke once more before letting go reluctantly and crossing to her bedside table. She found what she was looking for before crossing to the other table and grabbing a small shard of mirror. Lexa sat down and began slowly covering her face in war paint. Clarke watched silently as Lexa slowly disappeared and the Commander came out.

When she was finished and the paint was flawless she turned to Clarke. She gestured slightly with the paint to the bed. Clarke understood and came over. Lexa watched as Clarke looked down at the paint and back to Lexa.

"I wouldn't even know where to start," Clarke explained.

Lexa smiled softly, her face full of admiration. "I can help you," Lexa said.

Instead of doing it for her Lexa simply guided Clarke in the process allowing the girl to find her own warrior mask, letting her decide where the trail of black paint when. Lexa watched in awe as Clarke flawlessly made her strokes. The paint going on thick and bending to Clarke's will. Lexa thought Clarke had an artists touch as she observed her movements. Clarke drew thick lines of black over her eyelids, under her eyes and tracing the lines diagonally upward with the flick of her wrist. The paint moved fading perfectly at the end of her strokes. She looked flawless when she had finished. She turned to look at Lexa for approval.

When she did Lexa felt her breath hitch in her throat. She, of course, saw Clarke beneath the newly painted Wanheda mask. Clarke's unsure shy smile cracking slightly as Lexa looked at her. Something about the paint trying to hide Clarke behind it made Lexa pull her close and kiss her soft and tender trying to make Clarke understand that she'd always see Clarke beneath the Wanheda façade. She felt Clarke melt in her arms and return the tenderness of the kiss.

Lexa soon broke the kiss and stared intently into Clarke's eyes, in that moment Lexa understood all the looks Clarke had ever given her. All the times she felt Clarke was piercing her soul with her blue eyes this was what she was seeing, or seeing through rather. Clarke never saw Heda, the Commander of the Blood – but Lexa. She always saw Lexa.

Lexa smiled as she spoke her next thought, "I see you Clarke, my angel who fell from the sky." Her words were deep with meaning. Layered in sentiments. She did see Clarke; she saw her heart, her soul, her hopes, her dreams, her fears and her mind. Lexa could have cried, as she felt even more appreciative to the girl that not only accepted her love but also returned it. Against all odds, she thought.

The words barely left her lips before she heard Clarke whisper her name in awe and kiss her deep. They entwined themselves briefly before regaining their heads and parting. Lexa held on to Clarke a few moments longer before letting her hands gently graze Clarke's hips before she broke the magnetic field holding them together.

She headed to her table and grabbed her gloves. She reached into a compartment of a luggage trunk and handed another pair to Clarke. Lexa then took her thumb and sweetly fixed the part of Clarke's face she had smudged during their kisses. She smiled as Clarke tilted her head leaning into the Commanders hand before turning her head and kissing Lexa's palm before she pulled her hand away.

Lexa sighed, the feeling to grab Clarke again was beginning to overwhelm her. The longer she stood that close to Clarke the more it intensified. She suddenly wanted nothing more than to kiss Clarke. To then rip off her clothes, maybe leaving Clarke's boots on and make the sky girl scream her name just as she did the night before. She shuddered as she saw the same desire reflecting back at her from the deep ocean of blue she found herself locked into, "The paint-"Lexa studdered as she spoke slightly, "You look so…attractive," repeating the sentiment Clarke had given her at Arkadia.

Clarke flashed a radiant smile and kissed Lexa hard with tongue. She felt Clarke give in to her urges and beginning to claw at Lexa more forcefully. Lexa almost lost herself in her own urges before she parted pinning Clarke's arms at her side. Clarke began to protest trying to wriggle her arms free.

"Clarke," Lexa smiled amused at the girl's struggles and pouting lips, "duties."

Clarke screwed up her face before giving up and nodding.

Suddenly Lexa had an idea. She had to move she had to get this tension out of her body somehow. She couldn't go into battle with all of this sexual tension and desire running through her body. It would surely get them both killed. She grabbed Clarke's hand and pulled her to the exit of the tent. The sun was sitting a little higher now and Lexa dropped Clarke's hand as she gathered a couple bows and a couple quivers of arrows. She handed one to Clarke and they walked into a little patch of clearing.

Here Lexa dropped the quiver and showed Clarke how to sling hers on so it wouldn't impede her reach to the sword. She wanted Clarke to be prepared for anything and using a bow would definitely give her an advantage. She helped Clarke practice, being sure to step close behind her and encourage her with sweet whispers of praise. Clarke was very good, she had obviously used one before but under Lexa's guidance she flourished. Lexa was beaming with pride as she watched. Clarke would go back to her target and removed the arrows bringing them back and resetting herself time and time again.

Lexa took some practice shots before she laid her bow down and took out her sword. She began practicing in silence as Clarke stopped her shooting and took a break to watch Lexa. Lexa danced lightly around swinging the sword with deadly speed this way and that way. Cutting the air like it was threatening.

Clarke put down her bow and began doing a deadly dance of her own. She had both of the weapons Lexa had given her out slicing with ease as she went. Her movements were methodical, not unlike Lexa's own and shortly Lexa had stopped all together to watch the gorgeous sight. It was mesmerizing.

She heard someone clear his or her throat behind her bringing her out of her daze. Lexa turned to find Octavia watching the two of them with a playful smile on her face. "She's strong," Octavia said. "You make her strong."

Lexa sighed and looked at Clarke. "She was already strong," her voice thick with admiration and awe.

Octavia walked to stand beside her, "No. She was stubborn. She was too stubborn to give up. Too determined to save everyone. She wasn't strong like she is now. I see the difference in her everyday she is with you. Before, the fate of our people was crushing her; we didn't help matters much considering we –including myself - kept putting our shit on her."

Lexa looked at Octavia learning new things about her love was feeding her soul. Every word clearing up confusion and knew understanding of how Clarke became who she was. Elevated, above the masses.

"With you, it seems she can carry the weight of it. She's better equipped mentally, I guess? She can accept who she is and she can carry the consequences now. You did that."

Lexa looked back at Clarke. She couldn't take any credit for Clarke. She couldn't possibly take credit for the woman who danced with her blades before her like a deadly assassin. "I did nothing," she shook her head before whispering lovingly, "Clarke's special. She elevates herself above her burdens now. She just needed to be reminded and accepted for who she is."

Silence followed. Then, "You guys are so cute I want to vomit," Octavia said faking disgust.

With that she walked forward and drew her blade and turned. "Come on Commander, let's dance!" Octavia goaded her implying they should spar.

Lexa laughed heartily at Octavia's enthusiasm and put her blade up, "Let's see what you've got Octavia kom Trikru."

She watched as a dazzling wide smile flashed on Octavia's face as the Commander of the 13 clans just accepted her openly as one of her own. Lexa beamed at her and they began their assaults.