This is crack because we need levity haha! And it was written before the finale so… I'm afraid there is no "we're going to die in six months" vibe. It's just a bit of fun ;)

The Art Of Locking Doors

The couch had always been his favorite thing in the war room.

Kissing Abby on the couch, now, that was his new favorite thing. She hummed under his mouth, flopping down on her back, pulling him on her, her fingers combing through his hair. Her legs parted to bracket his hips and he slipped a hand under her shirt, ghosting along her ribs and up to her bra. His lips reverently retraced the line of her jaw…

"We're never going to finish reviewing these reports tonight." he chuckled in her neck.

He tried to feel guilty about it and found he couldn't. Things were fine for now, good. They were at peace with the Grounders, the camp was starting to heal from ALIE's attack, Arkadia was thriving… Nobody would die because he took a day more to read a report on farming and crop collecting.

"You should be ashamed of yourself, Chancellor Kane." she teased, grabbing the hem of his shirt and tugging it up. He had to briefly sit up between her legs to slip it off, eager to do the same with her shirt – and the rest of her clothes to be honest.

"Let me go lock the door." he sighed, sad to have to leave her there even if it was for a short moment.

Her legs wrapped around his waist and he lost his balance, falling forward and barely catching himself with his hand behind her head. She lost no time in coiling her hand behind his nape and drawing him in a kiss. "In a second." she whispered between two pecks that turned into something messy. Her nails ran down his spine and his hips automatically jerked forward. The noise that escaped her throat made all his blood rush south fast.

"Abby…" he breathed out.

One would have expected a bit more restrain from a Chancellor and a former Chancellor but no such luck. When it came down to them, Marcus felt like a stupid teenager all over again.

She captured his lips again in a long peck. "Go lock the door."

"Bossy." he chuckled, leaning in for another kiss. The door could wait another minute.

Except of course one kiss gave into another and another until they were out of breath and disheveled and the necessity of actually getting up to lock the door so they could get rid of their clothes was overwhelming.

So naturally, it was when Marcus propped himself on the back of the couch to stand up that the door was flung open.

"Kane, do you…"

For a moment, nobody moved.

Marcus remained frozen in place, very much kneeling between Abby's legs, bare-chested, his pants visibly too tight, a spark of panic in his eyes. Abby had shut her eyes and was holding her breath as if to refuse the reality of what was happening.

And Clarke…

Clarke just stood there, gaping, her eyes darting from him to her mother and slowly but surely turning an unhealthy looking shade of crimson.

They weren't a secret, not really. Octavia knew so naturally the whole camp knew. But they weren't particularly demonstrative either and they had never actually gone out and said it. He didn't even know if Abby had talked to her daughter about this.

"Do you people not know how to lock doors?" Clarke sputtered in righteous indignation.

It finally spurred them on. Abby pushed Marcus off him and sat up, hiding her face behind her hands in embarrassment while he scrambled for his shirt and pulled it back on, making sure to not tuck it in so it would hide everything that needed hiding from view. He didn't dare sit back on the couch next to Abby so he leaned against the desk instead.

"Seriously." Clarke went on, glaring daggers at both of them in turns. "I so don't need this kind of trauma. Seriously, Mom."

"I'm… sorry." Abby winced.

"You can be sorry!" the girl snapped, rounding on him next with an accusatory pointed finger. "And you. You're Chancellor. You're supposed to lead by example!"

"I'm sorry." he offered dutifully before clearing his throat. "Did you need something or…"

"Never mind." she cut him off. "I'll ask Bellamy. At least I'm sure I won't find him doing anything like this. He knows how to lock doors."

She stormed out and pointedly slammed the door behind her.

"Did we just… get a dressing down by my own daughter?" Abby asked after a moment of silence.

"She's nailing the guilt trip thing." Marcus commented. "Then again, I'm guessing she learned from the best."

She shot him a glare where irritation was tempered by amusement.

"Why don't you do lock the door?" she requested, a grin tugging at her lips.

"Be fair, though." he smirked back while turning the lock. "I would have done it fifteen minutes ago if you hadn't stopped me."

"What can I say?" she laughed. "I can't keep my hands off you."