Clexa naughty fluff (things are escalating)

We are little by little moving to the Clexxxa part of this fic lol so lets see how it goes. Comments would make my day!

Unfortunately for both of them, "soon" didn't happen as soon as they had hoped.

Indra informed Lexa that Clarke had to postpone their date as she received an urgent message early in the morning regarding the reservoir that required her attention; and immediately afterwards, a messenger came with the news that a Nightblood had been born and Clarke needed to see the child and perform the liberation ritual.

So Lexa took the opportunity to relax by taking short walks and just meditate on everything that transpired between her and Clarke in the past few weeks and what she could do to make it even better; while fully aware the whole time she was being followed.

…

Clarke gets ready to start the ritual inside the tent that had already been set up when she arrived. Usually a day like this would fill her with utmost sadness reminding her of the Nightblood she loved; and it was upon this memory that she decided to initiate this ceremony so she could symbolically free the innocent children from the same fate Lexa was forced to endure.

But today things are different; today Clarke is overjoyed, full of optimism for the future and counting the hours, when once again she would be back with her girl.

'My girl.' She thinks to herself with a little smile but then it morphs into a frown when she remembers something, 'she isn't actually my girl yet.' Clarke makes a mental note to rectify that as soon as possible. With all set up, she moves to the exit, signaling the chief of the village that she's ready to begin.

The woman nods at Clarke and walks ahead of her.

Clarke strolls to the designated location, her mind already prepared for the occasion.

"Rise for your commander!" The chief orders the people seated near the podium.

They all stand up dutifully.

Clarke climbs the podium and everyone bends to their knees in front of her. She looks around immediately spotting Luna with the handful of Nightbloods –including Esiry and Luna's son.

After a few seconds, Clarke makes a motion with her hands to indicate they can all stand up again and take a seat.

"It is my honor to welcome a new member of this special class that is the Nightbloods. I am glad you're all here to witness the new beginning of this being's life, a life that will be his and only his to care for." Clarke faces the chief "bring him to me."

The woman then beckons a couple who approach, carrying the baby.

They bow respectfully; the mother handing the child to Clarke.

"What is his name?" Clarke asks, rocking the baby softly.

The couple stare at each other, having an apparent silent conversation until the woman nods and the husband replies "His name is Eskai."

Clarke's brow rises with surprise; she gazes at the couple confused.

"We thought that…" The wife explains timidly "as you came from the sky and saved us and gave us peace that it means The Sky is good and we want our kid to be good and safe so, Eskai"

It comforts Clarke to know that a place she associates with restriction and death could also mean hope for others; and she has no intention of making them stop believing in that. Clarke looks down at the baby with a covert grin "Eskai" she repeats in a whisper before clearing her throat and speaking to the child loudly, gathering the attention of the attendees. "There was a time when your kind was brought to this earth carrying a responsibility, a sole purpose in life; to lead our people and make sure they survived the hard conditions our ancestors left for us to deal with. To achieve this purpose they had to shed the blood of your brothers and sisters in an unnecessary demonstration of strength and bravery that we already know you possess deep within you, most times resulting in losing their own short lives in the process. But currently you are born into a different world, a world that through war and tears is finally at peace. You no longer have the burden of our lives on your shoulders; you are free to choose your own destiny as one of us without any pressure or obligation." At that moment Clarke extends one arm to the side, with the palm up; barely flinching when the chief of the village pricks her finger with a needle. "Once your blood and mine were united in one of several steps to save our people," She makes a small circle on the baby's forehead with the blood from her finger. "Now I offer you mine as a promise that you will never have to shed yours again; unless you decide to do it willingly."

At that Esiry lifts her chin, feeling proud of having chosen to be a warrior.

"The duty of protecting your life and our people's lives is now on me; and in the future on the one's we choose democratically." Clarke then lifts the bundle in her arms reciting the solemn assertion she knows by heart. "I Clarke of the Sky people, Commander of the thirteen clans declare you, Eskai of the Broadleaf clan, a free soul that forever will be respected as the special being you are."

The crowd erupts in jubilation.

Among the commotion, Luna approaches Clarke.

Upon noticing the brunette Clarke offers a smile, handing the already fussy child to her. She then faces the parents of Eskai and directs, "I want you to go with Luna now; she will explain to you the options you have regarding his education and the appropriate ways to remind him of his gifted nature. And don't worry; Eskai is in very good hands."

…

Normally Clarke would partake minimally in the celebrations following the ceremony, occasionally sharing a toast or sampling some of the foods that were prepared for the occasion, otherwise she would retreat to her tent to wait for the appropriate time to leave the village entirely. Today however, she was too elated to think about leaving the place. Yes, she was dying to see Lexa, but she also had a need to somehow celebrate having the love of her life back again and this was the perfect excuse. So here she is, surrounded by the villagers, drinking and eating happily; telling them about her quests.

They all knew most of those things but to hear it actually from the mouth of the commander herself is another experience entirely.

With night now upon them, most of the people had retreated to their cottages, leaving Clarke and Luna in front of the bonfire catching up with what they have been up to.

Happy because of the liquor they consumed but not enough to be drunk, they make small talk; with a quiet Esiry who joined them a few minutes earlier.

The girl observes with fascination the serene demeanor her commander is portraying, how she talks calmly and with amusement and a sincere smile on her face; nothing at all like the woman she had gotten to know – and fear- some years ago. Esiry doesn't need to guess too much to realize the reason behind this change; and she smirks to herself with complicity at being part of this secret. She also decides that she's going to bring something up before she has to go back to the Boat clan.

…

Tired and giddy Clarke is about to enter her tent to get some well-deserved shut-eye when she hears Esiry calling her.

"Wanheda."

"Yes?" Clarke stares at Esiry expectantly trying to appear as sober as she can.

It seemed like a good idea at first, now that Clarke looks approachable and in a good mood; but Esiry is having second thoughts. "Um..." She starts cautiously.

"Is there something wrong?" Clarke questions with concern.

"Oh no, no I just…" Esiry responds, making up her mind. "I just wanted to say I'm happy for you… and Lexa." She pauses, gauging Clarke's reaction. Not noticing anything bad, she continues "you're a great commander who sacrificed a lot for us and I think you really deserve this; you deserve all the happiness in the world Wanheda."

It is involuntary, the way Clarke's lips curl up slightly. Esiry's best wishes for her and Lexa come like a breath of fresh air in her agitated life; just like Raven's words the other day. 'Deserve.' She doesn't really know if she is deserving of any of this, but she's not going to start questioning her fate now; if this is what destiny has prepared her for, so be it. "Thank you Esiry." Clarke accepts the praise with a short nod, and then just because she can, she adds teasingly "you're not trying to steal my girl are you?" She lifts a brow in mock challenge.

All color drains from Esiry's face. "NO, of-of course not Wanheda! I don't like her that way, I would- I would never do such a thing; we are friends, only friends," she assures horrified.

"Good!" Clarke does a great job at not showing her taunt, "because you would certainly make fair competition," she gives Esiry a quick appreciative once over before entering her tent; leaving an open mouthed Esiry petrified at the entrance.

…

The trip back to Polis was a long one; more so when some villagers stopped her to tend to certain issues they had; requests that Clarke could not deny. She ended up arriving back at midnight, leaving her no option than to go straight to her room instead of going to Lexa's dorm as she had previously planned.

At the tower entrance she was received by Indra who quickly updated her on the five days she was absent. They chatted briefly, agreeing to meet early in the morning to go deeper into detail about everything that happened while she was away.

Clarke reaches the elevator and is about to climb in when she hears a hushed voice calling her.

"Clarke."

Alerted, Clarke follows the sound that came from a pillar a few steps away; finding Lexa behind it.

"Hey!" The brunette greets with a grin.

"Hey!" Clarke is delighted but startled nonetheless. "What are you doing here?"

Lexa pulls Clarke by the hand so the two of them are behind the big pillar. "Oh well, I just missed you." She shrugs timidly playing with Clarke's fingers.

"Yeah, I'm sorry I wasn't able to see you sooner." Clarke cringes guiltily and attempts to justify her absence, "it's been one hell of a week and I thought you'd be already sleeping and…"

"Shhh, no Clarke I understand" Lexa interrupts the rant. "You are the commander now; you have responsibilities to fulfill."

"I know right?" Clarke chortles "the commander; isn't that crazy?" She remarks with sudden incredulity.

At that Lexa turns serious. "No it's not; it makes perfect sense to me. I always trusted you would go far, that you would achieve great things; and I wasn't wrong." She invades Clarke's personal space and adds, "you haven't been given this title thoughtlessly; you've earned it rightfully with your sweat and blood." Lexa then takes hold of Clarke's chin and tenderly tilts her face so she can look straight into her eyes. "You are the best commander we've ever had Clarke, don't you ever doubt it."

And just like that, commander or not, Clarke is dismantled into a pile of feelings for the girl in front of her; and the best part is she completely believes every word that came out of Lexa's mouth. "Gosh you're perfect." Clarke mumbles enamored, lunging for Lexa's lips.

The hot attack is certainly unexpected to Lexa, but not unwelcomed; after a few seconds she responds to the kiss with the same eagerness Clarke is displaying.

It doesn't take long for it to turn into a full on make out session.

Clarke holds Lexa's face with both of her hands to control the kiss at her will.

Lexa doesn't offer resistance; her hands have a firm hold on Clarke's hips but they don't remain there very long. She finds her way inside Clarke's jacket, caressing the skin on her lower back.

A sharp intake of breath is the only thing Clarke lets out as a reaction to the touch. She's really enjoying the kisses and the caresses but she reminds herself that she can't lose control 'take it easy, it's too soon.' So with a lot of effort she disconnects the kiss taking a step back to create distance.

"Whoa what…" Lexa questions disoriented.

"It's late, we both need to rest." Clarke supplies as an excuse using her commander stand.

Even with the pretense of being firm, Lexa could see right through Clarke, having an idea why she didn't want to go any further; and she found it very chivalrous. "OK" Lexa agrees but she needs to know, "will I see you later?"

"Yeah for sure; I'm going to have a busy day but I'll make time, I promise." Clarke gets closer once again with the intention of giving Lexa a goodbye kiss but the brunette puts a finger over her lips.

"Uh-uh, not so fast; I wanna know something," she warns removing her finger and crossing her arms. "Did you really think I wasn't gonna notice those guards following me around?" Her tone is demanding.

Clarke chuckles with just a little bit of culpability. "It occurred to me, but of course I wasn't gonna get away with it huh." She tries not to make it sound like a big deal.

Lexa exhales. "Clarke I don't think it is actually necessary; everything here in Polis is going well. Seriously, I'm doing fine!"

"I know, I know; it's just…" Clarke explains, stroking Lexa's cheek "I don't want anything bad to happen to you," she gulps with some fear in her eyes.

There's no need for her to elaborate; Lexa gets Clarke's anxiety completely; either way she has an argument of her own. "It's OK for you to have your reservations Clarke, but I'm not used to being escorted around anymore. In my previous life I was always under the watchful eyes of somebody and it was really tiring; in this life however, I was born free, only under my parents' care and that's great! You have no idea how liberating that is to me Clarke; I need this, please."

The blonde is not going to give up easily. "I do understand what you mean but it would make me feel better if I knew you are protected," Clarke counteracts.

"I…" Lexa really doesn't want to start a fight so she tries negotiating instead. "How about if they stay with me but only until I'm fully healed?"

Clarke considers the offer and also takes into account Lexa's previous arguments before making her final decision. "OK," she relents but has a requirement. "On one condition. They will protect you, discretely; while I'm not in Polis."

Lexa knows better than to push her luck with the stubborn Sky woman, "fine!" She agrees reluctantly not looking pleased.

Not able to see Lexa like this, Clarke demands sweetly, "can I get my goodnight kiss now?"

"Ugh whatever." Lexa pretends to be annoyed but can't hide the tiny smirk from her lips.

That's all it takes for Clarke to lean in once again and kiss Lexa.

The kiss is short and tender but enough to satisfy their souls. They part this time without a fuss.

"Until later." Lexa smiles contently sliding her palm all the length of Clarke's arm before letting go completely and walking away.

"Yeah." Clarke can't take her eyes off Lexa's body as she retreats; deciding that she will be taking a bath rather than a shower before bed.

…

In her defense, Clarke really made a concerted effort to see Lexa earlier, but there was simply too much to be done and she had no other choice than to hope to finish them as fast as humanly possible. It was already night when her duties were finally completed; she urgently rushed over to the dorm, only to find a note taped onto the door of Lexa's room with the word 'roof' on it. Curiously, Clarke finds herself climbing up the stairs that lead to the roof of the dormitory. Once there, she encounters Lexa laying on a blanket and staring up at the stars.

Lexa doesn't acknowledge the blonde; she just pats the vacant space next to her for Clarke to join her; which she does readily.

They remain quiet, staring up at the stars for a while.

Eventually Lexa breaks the silence to share a remembrance. "Sometimes when thinking about you became too much and I got desperate to see you; I would lay down on the grass and look up at the sky remembering you came from there." She smiles to herself, "and that moment it was consolation enough." Lexa reaches for the blonde's hand and holds her as they continue to bask in the vast infinite space of the sky and stars.

At some point they both turn on their sides and continue talking about adventures in their childhood and things they used to imagine and dream about.

Lexa is the first to feel the coolness of the night. "We should get inside" she recommends as she is about to let go of Clarke's hand but the blonde holds on to hers tightly. Immediately, Lexa glances at Clarke worryingly.

With green eyes staring intently at her, Clarke opens her mouth "Lexa…" the name of her love is the first thing to come out in a way that can only be described as solemn. She feels her heart beginning to beat faster at the realization this is the first time she's about to make this query; and despite how intimidating it may seem she needs to say it out loud. And so she does, "will you be my girlfriend?"

Nothing in this world could have prepared Lexa for the emotions that invaded her heart at the simple yet meaningful question. Her face illuminates brilliantly with shiny irises; never more sure of the answer in her life. "Yes." She squeezes Clarke's hand in hers.

Both giggle contently at the perfection of it all.

"Say it again," Lexa requests softly.

"Huh?"

"My name, say it again." When Clarke eyes her still puzzled, she adds "since we met this is the very first time I have ever heard you say my name out loud."

Doing a fast recollection, Clarke realizes it is true and finds it odd. Why would she have done that? She's not entirely sure but it could be just saying it out loud would have made it more real, more tangible. 'But what more tangible can this get? Does it matter the how or if it is logical? You have here with you, the woman of your life; your girlfriend,' she decides not to question herself anymore just feel, "Lexa" she says again, like a prayer.

Lexa bites her lips and dips her head to peck Clarke's. "Again."

Clarke laughs blissfully like she doesn't ever remember being. "Lexa," she's rewarded with another short kiss "Lexa. Lexa. Lexa."

And the little kisses keep coming, pampering her with affection.

…

As the gentlewoman she is; Clarke accompanies Lexa to her room, meaning to say her farewells, but Lexa is having none of that.

"You're not going anywhere." Lexa drags Clarke inside by her jacket.

"Lexa…" this time the name is said as a warning. "Indra is gonna kill me if I'm not there to do a review of tomorrow's activities."

"Five minutes please." Lexa pushes Clarke against the wall.

The action leaves Clarke speechless.

"You've been so busy lately, and you did promise me another date." Lexa seductively supports her body on Clarke's, "c'mon five minutes; for your girlfriend," she whispers while blowing softly into the blonde's ear.

Clarke swallows a knot in her throat.

"Or maybe ten…"

I'll be taking a break to think carefully about certain details I want to add to this fic (and maybe finish my other ones :/) I promise to come back as soon as I can ;)