Okay. I owe seriously big apologies to everyone, especially those who I said that I'd upload chapter 3 by Thursday. Please, please, please don't hate me for it. I know it's no excuse but I've had no time to write it. Please don't take your revenge by hating this story :) And now for the second of my apologies, right here goes, so I've had 4 hours sleep, then went and sat a 2hour English Language exam, then an hour Media revenge session. So I'm shattered ngl, but I've forced myself to sit down and write this, so I'm sorry if it's shit. But hey! Guess what? School is no longer compulsory for me, my last day of school was the other day, which means MORE TIME TO WRITE CHAPTERS! XD Thank you to those who've favourite and followed this chapter, please leave me a review, I'd love to know what you guys think of this story and whether or not you guys think I should carry this on. Btw this is my fave chapter yet, I'm quite proud of it. ENJOY.
The sound of the recently made fire crackling and the snapping of twigs and branches filled the air of the secluded area that both the girls occupied. Clarke sat on the twig covered floor, her back resting against a large log that must've fell down years ago. Lexa stood 6ft to the right of her, though she was closer to the fire than the other girl. The brunette brought a thick branch up to her waist before slamming it down on her knee; snapping the wood in half before throwing it to an accumulated pile of previously broken twigs and branches.
The blonde was fumbling with her foot, observing the damage that her clumsiness had caused half an hour ago; lifting the material of her jeans and sliding her shoe off she could identify that she had in fact sprained it as well as badly bruising it. Her ankle and the left side of her foot we're already turning a deep purple/blue colour; the colour creeping up her pale skin. Great. Well done Clarke, way to look resourceful and strong in front of the commander. At the thought of the brunette, Clarke noticed that the arithmetic constant snapping sound of wood had long since stopped. She looked up across at Lexa. Her blue eyes found slightly worried green ones staring back at her, or more obviously looking at her bruised ankle.
"It looks worse than it is." Clarke reassured her, still looking deep into Lexa's eyes. How long was she watching me for? Why would she care what happens to me? Lexa gives a slight nod is understanding, still rather bothered at the bruising on the blonde's delicate skin; although now looking into Clarke's eyes. Clarke look away. You're probably creeping her out. Why does she have to make me feel like this? One minute she's all Compassionate and caring and the next she's like '0h I'm Lexa! I'm so tough nothing can hurt me, also I have no emotions so don't bother falling for me I..' wait! Did I just admit to falling for Lexa? No. Wait. Clarke you're still looking at her. Snapped out from her epiphany Clarke realised she'd looking into the commander's face for the best part of a minute. Neither looking away, neither saying a word. Subconsciously Clarke's eyes fell down to the brunette's lips every few seconds. No she doesn't get to do this to me.
Stopping the stare off from becoming any more intense "Anyway, it can't hurt more than my back than after being dropped on it?" She said in a playful, half serious tone, looking away, down at her foot again; anything to get away from those watchful green orbs.
Lexa looked down at the floor, a smile creeping on her face. What is this girl doing to me? "Maybe you had it coming." She replied with a stern yet playful voice. Looking up again to register the blonde's expression, hoping she saw it as a joke. Again their eyes looked a smirk and smile both evident on one an others face. The stare once again was intense more so than before. Slowly there smiles faded from their faces, as realisation hit them both and what one another's company was doing to them.
"I should wrap this up!" Clarke almost shouted, looking away from Lexa at her foot.
"Yeah I need to...break twigs! Yep loads of branches to get through!" the brunette rushed away from the sight of the blonde around the other side of the fire, most probably to get more fire wood. Although Clarke noticed she already had a significant pile to still get through. Sighing Clarke remembered that she had left her medical stuff in her rucksack. The rucksack that the other warriors had. Lexa had made them carry all of herself and Clarke's possessions.
"Great." Clarke muttered to herself. She slid her jacket off and tore at the white T-shirt she is wearing, tearing just above her belly button revealing her slightly toned abs, though Clarke would never accept that she was in fact in good shape. Carefully she followed the tear around the back of her top, till the long, stretchy material came loose. "It'll have to do." Again she mumbled to herself sliding her jacket back on wrapping the makeshift bandage around her foot and heel, Clarke crafted an appropriate wrap and knot on her sprain. It was second nature to her, bandages, cuts, bullet holes. She already knew the basic first aid and healing methods, but since landing on the ground, she's had no other choice than to adapt. It's either that or die down here.
Meanwhile Lexa was stood, her forearms wresting against a nearby tree, her forehead wresting on her arms. She was breathing heavily, her eyes closed. Trying to get a grip of herself. What the hell Lexa! This can't happen love is weakness. She is weakness. You can't afford to let your emotions take control, not again. You're the commander! Sighing Lexa reached down and collected some more sticks and branches. And made her way back to camp. Stopping 15ft before she reached camp, Lexa slung the wood she had collected down and shook her leather jacket off and tied it around her hips. She found the heavy wood, tiring as she slung it all over her head to rest against the back of her head and neck, both arms above her head, hunched over the stack.
"Where are those warriors when I need them?" She huffed as she jerked her shoulders getting the branches in a better position before setting off back.
Clarke looked up when she heard the trees rustling. Knife from inside her boot at the ready. You never know what creature you get in these woodlands. Her body language relaxing and relieving a deep sigh when she immediately noticed that it was just Lexa with an unnecessary stack of branches Clarke thought with slight bitterness.
"Oh it's just you." Clarke smiled. Lexa gave no response acting like, her statement made no importance in her life. Instead Lexa retreated to the other side of the fire, with her back to Clarke, the fire wood still holstered on her muscular shoulders. This didn't go unnoticed by the blonde. Clarke watched her with confusion and hurt on her face. She stared at Lexa's back. What's wrong with her? Why has she turned her back..oh her back. When did she take her jacket off? It doesn't matter, it's off that's all that counts. Lexa was wearing a simple white tank top. Her muscles though. Clarke's eyes darkened I mean I know she was muscular, all the grounders are it's just...wow. Lexa's shoulders and back we're in fact toned and defined, this only because she has been battling and training since an early age. Is that a tattoo? A few thin black lines spiralled out from the edge of her top and there was silhouettes of dark shapes under the thin material she wears. Clarke watched with big eyes the muscles flex and contract as the brunette flung the wood down into a new pile. Rather aggressively actually. Okay something is definitely up with her.
"Okay what's upset you know? Lost your favourite dagger?" Clarke teased, pulling herself up the side of the log she had leant against and sat on it. She watched through the haze of the fire as the brunette slowly turned around to face her. The sky was dark now and the fire cast glows or reds, yellows, oranges and striking shadows on Lexa's face. Lexa looked at Clarke with such intensity, that the blonde didn't know whether to be filled with lust or fear. If Clarke was ever to feel intimidated by Lexa, now was that moment. Clarke gulped involuntary. Her eyes darting all over the commander's body drawing her in her mind, the brunette was driving her crazy just staring at her. Clarke thought she looked like a goddess.
"Lexa?" Clarke whispered. Loud enough for it only be audible for the two of them. Lexa looked like she built herself up to say something big, fists clenched, jaw set...
"Clarke I...". The commander was immediately interrupted by what sounded like a massive herd of beasts charging at them. Only for her five warriors to come bursting through the trees, two of which carrying a huge deer between them. All of them grinning ear to ear, looking like proud 5 year olds.
"HEDA! HEDA! WE GOT IT! WE Got the de...". His voice trailed off as he hit a wall of glares by the two women. He was completely unaware of what he just walked into the middle of. Clarke looked back at Lexa, but Lexa kept her eyes trained on the warrior, it looked like she was thinking up as many methods as she can to torture a man.
Clarke clearly sensing this "Great I'm starving, let's prepare it?"
The poor man looked relieved to be able to move out the Commander's throwing range. All the men made themselves busy with doing something.
"Yay! My rucksack and my tent?"
"Tent?" Lexa asked, curious as to how it was possible for Clarke to have a tent on her person.
Clarke just smirked mischievously.