Clarke and Lexa have another one-on-one... it just doesn't go as planned.
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Lexa, from the other side of the training field, observes with rapturous attention how Octavia and Clarke talk animatedly for a few minutes, until Octavia points to the group of new warriors causing Clarke to roll her eyes. She watches as the blonde marches toward them to begin her own practice session.
It really didn't help her concentration at all to be a witness to Clarke's warm-up routine, which allowed her to take in Clarke's firm statuesque form and body.
Even in her mid-thirties Clarke managed to be in great shape; her flexibility was surprising and the new curves hugging her figure only added to Lexa's inconvenient arousal. Sadly her lustful appreciation was abruptly interrupted by a hard smack on her head.
"Mind on the opponent, not the gutter" Octavia chastises, positioning herself in front of Lexa to start their first confrontation of the day.
Being the good warrior she was, Lexa succeeded at paying attention only to her mentor for the duration of their combat training.
"Alright, that was good" Octavia puts a halt to the fight. She looks to the side, where Clarke is still dueling and calls out "hey Wanheda, time to loosen up those rusty joints" she challenges, swinging her sword playfully.
Clarke signals her young foe to step aside. Then she turns in Octavia's direction and says "OK, but not with you." Clarke points her sword at Octavia's side "her."
Lexa's jaw drops, completely taken aback by the request.
Octavia raises her brows.
"I wanna assess how much the champion has learned" Clarke elaborates stepping into the area that will serve as the battlefield.
The teen warriors gather around quietly in order not to disturb their commander.
"As you wish" Octavia puts her sword away and with a movement of her head orders Lexa to go.
Clutching at her sword nervously, Lexa walks toward Clarke; all traces of bravado and boldness gone. Of all the things she imagined doing with Clarke, having an armed combat wasn't one of them. Either way she mentally prepares for the confrontation as she adopts the rehearsed position.
"OK, let's see what you got" with that and without preamble Clarke launches into action.
It is purely by instinct that Lexa reacts and protects herself from the strike. Her mind is blank with shock, she still can't believe this is happening; the only thing she's aware of at the moment is the sound of Clarke's sword swooshing in her ears. And before she actually knows what's going on, her sword hits the floor with a loud clack and the tip of Clarke's is poking at her throat.
The silence surrounding the combatants is suddenly filled with whistles and cheers.
"It seems you still need to work on your focus warrior" Clarke comments with a sneer as she swings her sword skillfully and places it back in her scabbard.
Lexa stays rooted in place, astonished.
Among chants of the young warriors, Clarke leaves the scene swimmingly.
Lexa's eyes follow dumbly the retreating figure of the blonde until a hand on her shoulder brings her back to reality.
"You heard the commander; go practice on your concentration." Octavia pushes Lexa toward the training dummies at the far side of the training area.
Defeated and embarrassed Lexa sighs, dragging her feet to her destination to fulfill her punishment.
…
Two hours later than usual and with an excruciating pain in her arms, Lexa starts eating her late lunch in the empty dining hall. It's barely been a couple of minutes when she hears the voice of a woman speaking in trigedasleng not far from where she is sitting.
"…you have to eat. No, not later, now; go, go."
Curiously Lexa peeks up at the entrance only to see the exact moment Clarke is practically being shoved inside the dining hall.
Upon noticing the girl, Clarke's eyes open wide but she quickly recovers, adopting a poised exterior and walking over to take a seat on the other side of the large table.
Lexa's heart soars with happiness; having no doubt that her destiny is to be with this woman, if even chance is an accomplice for their encounters. However, she decides to take a more subtle approach this time not wanting to take the moments they have together for granted. So Lexa inhales, gathers some courage and clears her throat which gets Clarke's attention. When Clarke looks at her she begins, "I'm glad you decided to come and train with us Wanheda; you really kicked my ass out there" she chuckles in an attempt to sound friendly and to break the ice.
"I always train with the general and her apprentices, warrior; there's nothing new there." When she only receives a smirk from Lexa, she hurries to explain, "I-I've just been really busy these past days." Clarke tries in vain to justify her absence.
"Of course" Lexa supplies evidently not believing one word. She is about to continue her teasing when the girl attending the hall enters.
"Wanheda!" the good looking brunette exclaims in excitement.
"Sava" Clarke greets with seriousness.
"I didn't know you were coming for lunch today; I would've prepared something especially for you" Sava says chirpily while placing the cutlery in front of the blonde.
"That-that won't be necessary thank you" Clarke squirms in her seat uneasily.
The exchange doesn't go unnoticed by Lexa. This girl acts way too comfortable around Clarke, with familiarity even; and Lexa doesn't like this at all, not one bit.
It is then Sava takes notice of Clarke's strange behavior "are you OK?" She asks worriedly, putting a hand on top of Clarke's.
"Oh uh, yeah I'm fine" Clarke responds, discreetly removing her hand from under the girl's.
"hmm you look tense," Sava stands behind Clarke and begins massaging her shoulders "you just work too much Wanheda."
Clarke jerks at the contact; she instinctively glances at Lexa's face but rapidly turns away.
Lexa is doing all she can to contain the anger that is bubbling deep within her. She knows it's not right, not at the moment; no matter how brazen this girl is being with Clarke… her Clarke.
"Sava; I…" Clarke tries to free herself from Sava's touch when suddenly the girl offers.
"If you want I can go to your chamber later tonight for one of those special massages you like so much."
She doesn't know if it is the glint in the girl's eyes when she said the words or what the insinuation evidently implied but that's all Lexa can tolerate. She stands up abruptly slapping the table in the process making the other two women jolt in surprise. "Excuse me" she mumbles before stomping out the hall.
Clarke can only watch helplessly as the brunette leaves; suppressing the urge to stop her. At that mere thought, she curses herself internally refusing to accept this teenage girl has such tremendous influence with her emotions. 'God damn it.'
"What's wrong with her?" Sava questions all of a sudden.
"Sava just…" Clarke lets out a long sigh of frustration "just serve me my food please."
Taking in the change in Clarke's mood, Sava replies with no hint of mischievousness in her tone "right away Wanheda."
…
Alone in her room, Lexa laments her reaction in the dining hall. She used to be good at controlling her temper but now with Clarke so close to her but at the same time so distant in a way; it is really hard to keep her feelings at bay. 'You can't keep acting like this in front of Clarke; she took the first step at contacting you by going to the training session, don't blow it, don't scare her away!' Lexa scolds herself firmly. She feels like a complete idiot, like a stupid impulsive teenager ready to screw up her life 'you are a teenager, moron.' Lexa remembers angrily.
She's relieved that tomorrow is her day off and that will give her enough time to organize her emotions; surely by the next day of practice she will be back on track with her plans to get closer to Clarke. 'I'm almost there, I can't lose you; I won't lose you. I swear on the stars that brought you to me once, I will make you love me again and this time I won't let you go, ever.'