Things start to get hot and steamy between Clarke and Lexa. Octavia and Bellamy have a revealing conversation.

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"Yeah, uh yeah; right there!" Clarke demands among raging breaths as Lexa's fingers push in and out of her. She can't believe how close she is; but feeling Lexa's weight on top of her, the labored panting in her ear and the soft but firm way Lexa is taking her is enough to send Clarke to the very edge of the abyss of pleasure. She feels her muscles contracting, the waves already starting to spread when Lexa moans her name "ugh Klark" and it's so sultry and sensual that Clarke has no other choice than to let go.

Clarke throws her head back; the force of the orgasm her fingers caused is now washing over every nerve ending in her body. After a few glorious seconds of bliss she giggles with eyes shut, allowing her body to relax in the still warm water in the bathtub.

She, who was faced with the most life threatening challenges in her quest to save the world, considers it a great achievement the fact that she escaped Lexa's room after only fifteen minutes of delicious kisses against the wall. Clarke is thankful that Lexa, for some strange reason, really didn't touch her much as her hands were on the wall the whole time; and well Clarke herself didn't dare move her hands from Lexa's waist. But oh she wanted to! So before succumbing to her deepest desires she fled, frustrated and aroused.

Having found some release, Clarke basks in the aftermath of her self-loving until she becomes aware of something: it is the first time she successfully touched herself -with the help of the memory -without feeling miserable afterward.

Usually when Clarke was alone and desire rose; she would immediately bring to mind the first and only time she and Lexa were intimate, in fact that was the only thing that made her reach climax. Unfortunately, after going through it, or even during it, she would be consumed with guilt and melancholy leaving her crying for hours or simply going out and finding the first attractive girl that crossed her path to rid her of the sexual frustration and to try and forget about her love.

It is quite a surprise for Clarke to feel contentment after such activity; and she marvels knowing that all of this is because of Lexa. She realizes that during those sixteen years she had been dead inside, that in a way she has been reincarnated too with the return of the girl. 'Oh My God' Her eyes begin to sting with unshed tears – like it was a regular occurrence under these circumstances- but this time, those are tears of elation. Without anything to repress her anymore, she lets them fall freely.

…

After discussing with the doctor, healer and Indra; Clarke finally decided Lexa could continue her training, provided she follows certain precautions of course.

Luckily Indra already had a plan.

"You're going to exercise first; some warm ups, run a bit and see how your body responds."

"Right." Lexa nods understandingly.

"No lifting anything and no dueling until we are sure you can endure the effort," Indra warns as they walk side by side to the training field.

"Got it."

"And remember, at the first sign of pain or fatigue…"

"I'll let you know" Lexa affirms.

"Good." Indra nods curtly, internally happy that despite all the years and the new physical appearance, Lexa is still the same disciplined girl she got to know and respect. "Now go meet your fellow warriors before we start."

Lexa obediently strides toward the other young warriors who receive her with enthusiasm.

…

After practice, Lexa headed to the tower to meet Clarke for lunch as they had previously arranged.

Clarke was at the entrance of the tower right on time. When Lexa arrived, she led her to a small room usually used for private meetings.

There Lexa could see the table already set with the appetizing meal ready to be consumed.

"And, how was your day?" Clarke starts chatting as they walk to the table, then she's abruptly stopped by Lexa.

"Better now that I'm with you." Lexa pulls Clarke unceremoniously toward her body, kissing her forcefully.

The previous night had been perfect for Lexa; a mini date so to speak, Clarke asking her to be her girlfriend, and the hot make out session that followed, all perfect. She doesn't know exactly why she held back from enjoying Clarke's curves at that moment; but Lexa is sure as hell going to take advantage of every opportunity she has from now on.

How is it that she ended up in the same situation in less than twenty four hours? Clarke has no idea, but here she is with Lexa's mouth devouring hers. She moves both of them a bit, so she can lean against the table before losing her balance. And good thing Clarke did, because what Lexa does next makes her knees buckle.

Comfortable in this new position, Lexa's hands are free to wander around. She starts caressing Clarke's thighs, progressively getting higher, running her palms up tortuously slow on Clarke's sides until she reaches the supple bosoms.

Clarke gasps in Lexa's mouth swallowing the groan Lexa expelled herself; all her self-control is slowly vanishing as her young girlfriend feels her up mercilessly. Her hands itch wanting to roam around too, to feel Lexa's body but the girl's voice distracts her.

"I'm so hungry Clarke," Lexa croaks in Clarke's ear while squishing both her breasts.

"Fuck," Clarke's whole body twitches from the touch and those words. Clarke is desperate, she's about to place her hands on a more provocative part of Lexa's anatomy when the teen detaches suddenly.

"We should eat," Lexa comments still breathless but managing to sound coherent.

For her part Clarke can't speak, let alone be coherent. She watches numbingly as Lexa takes a seat and starts happily munching on her food, like nothing had transpired.

"wha…bu…" Clarke begins to regain her composure, not sure what just happened. But then she notices Lexa trying to conceal a smirk while eating. She immediately guesses what Lexa is up to, 'so she wants to tease me; or maybe punishing me for yesterday.' Clarke shakes her head in disbelief 'two can play this game' she ends devilishly, joining her girl at the table.

…

"You haven't nailed her yet?!" Raven all but yells through the speakers.

"Jesus!" Clarke pinches the bridge of her nose; regretting ever answering Raven's nosy questions about her sexual life. "Can you be a little more vulgar?"

"Yeah whatever; don't change the subject." Raven rebukes undeterred, "are you telling me you haven't done the dirty deed with little Lexa?" Her face showing her skepticism.

Clark groans embarrassed, "no Raven we haven't… slept together no," she doesn't dare look at the camera.

"OK now; wow! I thought I could believe anything but that…" Raven scoffs with raised eyebrows "… that I can't believe."

"So you believe she's reincarnated but you can't believe we haven't had sex; right." Clarke rolls her eyes making a last effort to divert the attention.

"Sorry Clarky but it's kinda hard to believe that you, the great Wanheda who can get any girl into bed hasn't still…"

"She's not any girl Raven OK?!" Clarke suddenly spats, surprising even herself.

Raven, after coming out of her shock, chuckles "you've got it bad for her don't you?" Her tone is soft, free from any sarcasm or mockery.

Clarke's face flushes at the accuracy of the statement. She could dismiss the comment, deny it if she wanted to, but oh how she needs to express what was on her mind, tell someone about the delightful starting of a relationship with the woman –girl- she loves. Clarke could barely hold it in; she was tired of doing it. "I- I don't know Raven I just…" she can't find the right words to clearly convey her feelings but she tries. "I've never felt like this before, I never had the chance to be with someone this way you know? Taking it slow, really cherishing every single moment we have together; being… girlfriends." She finalizes, very aware at how exposed she's sounding.

"Damn Clarke!" Raven exclaims "that was so fucking romantic." Then not wanting to scare Clarke with the intimacy of her admission she jokes, "I'm so incredibly attracted to you right now," she wiggles her eyebrows.

"Shut up!" Clarke chastises with a smile on her face.

Raven refrains from pointing out it has been a long time since they had a conversation like this, a girl talk; instead she decides joining in her friend's excitement. "No Clark seriously this is great; you wanting the whole girlfriend experience and that but…" She gets into one of her infamous adviser moods, "remember that the girlfriend experience also includes some naughtiness." She sticks out her tongue playfully.

Clarke's attention perks up at this.

"Yeah you know, this is all new to the both of you so just go and have fun, experiment a bit," Raven recommends in all seriousness now "you don't know what's gonna happen tomorrow so live a little, let yourself go!"

And that's exactly what Clarke does the following three days; let herself go. Even when she had demanding responsibilities she would find a way to meet Lexa for at least a few minutes to make out and tease each other like the new couple they were.

…

"YEAH YOU GOT HER GIRL! THE LEFT, LEFT!" Raven cheers from her place at the side of the improvised training field where Myrreh and Octavia are engrossed in an intense sparring session.

"Fuck!" Octavia cusses when Myrreh's sword scratches her left side, "thank you fucking much Raven," she reproaches her friend taking a step back to verify the damage.

Myrreh smirks, assuming a resting position.

"For being a mother and wife you're doing great Myr" Octavia praises, finally back to her usual sarcastic self.

"Once a warrior always a warrior General," Myrreh responds feeling proud of her accomplishment.

"Yeah, yeah whatever; lets see how you do now." Octavia once again lifts her sword, rounding Myrreh "and you keep your mouth shut!" She points in Raven's direction without taking her eyes away from her opponent.

Raven shrugs unapologetically and continues to witness the interesting confrontation.

…

Octavia is carefully placing her clothes inside her knapsack, when she hears someone entering her hut. "What can I do for you Bellamy," she sighs with hostility in her tone.

Bellamy doesn't say anything for a moment; he just stares at his sister, contemplating his words as not to agitate her, in favor of getting the information he wants. Making up his mind, he observes as calmly as he can. "So, I heard you were punished?"

It doesn't surprise Octavia that her brother found out about the reason she was in Arkadia; after all he does have contacts inside Polis, 'they took long enough' she thinks with relief; either way she makes a mental note to investigate who the big-mouthed people are and have them placed under observation. What would really surprise her though is if he knew the reason why she was reprimanded; but she is certain none of her young warriors would be gossiping outside their group. "Nice to know you don't respect my privacy" she accuses, looking back at Bellamy.

"O," Bellamy attempts to justify his actions. "I was worried about you, you know that; but you wouldn't talk to me. You left me no choice!"

Octavia rolls her eyes "of course."

"I…" Bellamy decides to ignore Octavia's sarcastic remark choosing to go straight to the reason that brought him there in the first place. "May I know why Clarke made such a drastic decision? I mean it must have been important, she cares about you," he tries tentatively.

"Why the question? Your rats failed to get that little piece of information?" She chuckles bitterly.

Bellamy is about to justify himself again, when Octavia continues.

"Well, if you must know, I beat the shit out of one of my apprentices," feelings of remorse crawl deep within Octavia's being at her own disclosure.

"You what? Why?" Bellamy is genuinely confused, he knows Octavia and that sounds very unlike her.

Octavia looks to the side, gulping the sudden unpleasantness from her throat. "Cause sometimes we make stupid choices; like venting over some oblivious teenager…" then with venom in her words she completes "… or killing three hundred innocent people."

It has the desired effect; Bellamy's face contorts in shock, hurt and disgust at himself.

And it's the guilt that prevents him from objecting and also the fact he is very aware that Octavia's words are a provocation; so he lets it slide. "Yes we do," Bellamy concedes looking down ashamed but quickly carries on. "But of the two of us you're the most prudent; you must've had a very serious reason to do what you did Octavia, and I really want to know" he presses on.

"What's the point? You wouldn't believe me anyway." Octavia glares at him before resuming her packing.

Bellamy seems not to get what she means for a second but it soon dawns on him, "Wait, is this about that Lexa girl? Don't tell me you fell for that bullshit," he notes condescendingly.

"Told ya." Octavia doesn't bother to be angry or offended; she already knew what his reaction would be.

"Octavia you can't be serious, Reincarnation? Please! That's a tale from the grounders and their weird spiritual nonsense. You can't possibly believe in that crap!" Bellamy stops when something else comes to his mind, "does Clarke?"

With a long exasperated sigh Octavia dismisses her brother's alarm. "It doesn't really matter if I believe in those things or not, you can't argue with facts and I know what I saw."

"This is ridiculous," Bellamy mutters under his breath.

"Well now you know why I didn't want to tell you shit!" Octavia snarls tired of playing nice. "And frankly Bellamy I don't have any desire to keep talking about this with you of all people, so please leave."

Bellamy opens his mouth to argue but he changes his mind at the last second, aware that he probably will lose this battle with his sister; but not before warning her "this is not over; we will discuss this before you go back to Polis."

Never one to be intimidated Octavia counteracts "sure, but next time we'll do it in front of Myrreh; you know so we have a better input about weird spiritual nonsense and shit," she ends with a sardonic smile.

And that's all Bellamy needs for him to know the topic won't be brought up again. Finally, giving a glance of defeat to his sister he retreats from the hut; already planning to contact the other person who will be very interested in the new found information.

…

Clarke is near the balcony of the throne room; she is fixing herself up for the meeting with Lexa in a little while and wants to look her best. She has already gotten rid of the guards in order to have the necessary privacy and 'quality time' she wants with her girl to enjoy the few minutes they get to share. Clarke's mind begins to fill with inappropriate images when Lexa appears out of the blue behind her.

"I found you commander," she whispers in Clarke's ear, holding onto her hips.

After the initial surprise, Clarke manages to go along with the game. "What seems to be the matter warrior" she rasps, craning her neck to see Lexa's face.

"I'm very sorry to interrupt your busy schedule but I'm conducting a search for illegal paraphernalia…" Lexa, still holding onto Clarke, moves her to the side, away from the doors of the balcony and continues "… and I need to make sure you're not in possession of any of these items."

With a smirk on her face Clarke responds knowing full well where this is going. "Oh of course! I'm always willing to ensure the security of the tower and collaborate with the authorities." Having said that she supports herself by placing her hands on the wall, sticking her butt out and spreading her legs apart just enough to tease her girl.

Lexa has to contain a groan in order to remain in character "thanks for your co-operation" she lets out, wasting no time in frisking the blonde. First she starts by roaming her hands over Clarke's contours; with soft but firm grips.

Clarke has to bite her lip to prevent a moan from escaping her throat; finding it extremely arousing the way Lexa is groping her with no inhibition.

Lexa moves her hands to the front of Clarke; grasping her chest and grunting in satisfaction as soon as she feels the soft mounds.

The action certainly gets Clarke worked up, her nipples harden instantly when fingers grace them playfully. She instinctively pushes her ass back toward Lexa's body in a desperate search for more contact.

Gasping in response, Lexa looks down watching how Clarke's bottom rubs against her center. 'Oh jok' Lexa is losing it by the second. She wants nothing more than to grab Clarke and...

Clarke can't take it anymore. 'Fuck self-control' throwing caution to the wind, she turns around and pulls Lexa against her own body crashing their mouths together in a desperate kiss.

Lexa is beyond thinking at this point; her desires are the ones guiding her movements. She leans forward, her body pinning Clarke's against the wall.

And the blonde is not complaining; on the contrary she uses this new arrangement to her advantage. Clarke reaches clumsily under Lexa's jacket in search of skin; once she found it she moans, stroking smooth flesh. Not having enough she adds her tongue into the mix, teasing Lexa's tongue with it.

The combination of Clarke's touch and her tongue in her mouth ignites Lexa into a state of pure lust. She moves her hands down to Clarke's behind, clutching her firm cheeks. Then on an impulse, Lexa shoves her thigh in between Clarke's legs to start a fast grinding motion.

This unexpected turn of events has Clarke going wild. Lost in the sensation, she gets a hold of Lexa's neck with one hand while she sinks the other in brown hair; scraping her nails in Lexa's scalp sensually. Everything is going way too fast but is also really, really good and she wants Lexa to feel the same, so Clarke pushes her leg up effectively adding pressure to Lexa's center.

Both moan and grunt with heavy breaths, sucking lips, breathing in each other's open mouths; thrusting unrelentingly.

Clarke's thigh suddenly hits Lexa in the right spot; causing the brunette to let out a particularly loud groan. She feels a familiar coil in her belly which threatens to expand all over her muscles. Her insisting grinding stops abruptly when she recognizes the signs. 'Oh no, was I about to…' she pulls away from Clarke's body utterly ashamed and panting like a maniac.

In a very similar state with eyes barely open and still in a daze; Clarke attempts to ask Lexa why she stopped, but her mind can't come up with something; so she stands there gazing at her young love quietly.

"Um, I-I gotta…" Lexa stutters nervously, looking for a way out "rest, pra-practice. Tomorrow, early." Not even sure of what she just said, Lexa sprints out of the room.

The sound of the doors closing is what brings Clarke back to her senses. When everything that just transpired comes back to her, she shakes her head and once again leans her back against the wall with a long exhale. 'Did I just really dry hump in the middle of the throne room?' She laughs out loud, a hand covering her reddened face. Clarke doesn't remember the last time she did something like that; probably back in the ark when she was a horny teenager having her first sexual encounters. 'Horny teenager, right.' She rolls her eyes 'that's exactly what Lexa is at the moment.' She bites her lip fantasizing about the things she would love to do with Lexa… to Lexa. 'You better start planning when to take this to the next level, before you have to explain an embarrassing wrist sprain to a healer.'

…

Lexa enters the closest bathroom in the tower and splashes water on her face. 'Damn it Lexa, you almost made a fool of yourself in front of Clarke,' she chastises herself completely mortified. That was the first time she did something like that; and the first time "it" almost happens to her in that way. 'What's wrong with me? I used to be good at controlling these sensations in the past. Ugh fucking teenage hormones!' She laments looking at the cubicles at the back of the room, where the showers are located. Lexa is tempted to get rid of her clothes right there and then and let the cold water cool down her hot skin 'no clothes… Clarke with no clothes ugh.' She realizes it's a bad idea to take a shower there with Clarke being so close. 'I better go to the dorm and take a long bath in my own bathroom, where no one will bother me…' With the bright prospect in mind –among other things- Lexa sprints to her destination eager to put out with her own hands the inferno that Clarke started up inside her.

…

Even with Indra constantly warning her not to overdo it, Lexa did a lot of exercises the next morning during her training, if only to help distract herself from thoughts of the blonde woman and the feel of her.

When the session for that day is over, Lexa -not as worn out as she would have liked to be - starts organizing her next activities that hopefully will help her keep Clarke out of her head for the rest of the day. She is still embarrassed about the incident last night and she wants to avoid the blonde for a while so she can gather her bearings and preferably not wanting to jump her the second they meet. 'I can probably practice those meditation exercises to control my libido that Titus taught me,' she recalls as a desperate measure. 'Yes that sounds good. And maybe the next time things go further than kissing I can...' Lexa's thoughts come to a standstill when she looks up and eyes the object of her desires approaching the training field.

"Hi!" Clarke greets, once she's near Lexa.

Luckily Lexa doesn't have to worry about jumping Clarke bones right now, since she is way too uncomfortable remembering the previous events. "Clarke" she gulps before speaking, "I'm sorry I left you like that yesterday; it's just that I… and we were…"

"Hey, it's OK" Clarke interjects sweetly "I understand. Don't worry about it." When Lexa seems to accept her reassurance she moves closer, having something in mind. "So, tomorrow is your free day huh?" Clarke tries to sound as casual as possible.

"Um yeah; but I don't really know why since I barely came back," Lexa chuckles awkwardly.

Clarke wavers for a second. She seems to consider what she's about to say, but ultimately deciding to go for it. "I was thinking uh, later today, after my meetings are over, we could hang out and…" She locks her eyes on Lexa's "… maybe spend the night together."

Any other time, Lexa would have looked embarrassingly shocked and frighten by the prospect but currently she's not in the right state of mind to properly react like she should. 'Is Clarke blushing?' It's all she can gather from the woman in front of her.

Clarke is fidgeting, her face hot; waiting for Lexa's response.

Lexa stares at her with amazement; she has never witnessed Clarke so insecure and tense in her life –or the other. 'So beautiful, so human' she concludes. Then realizing she hasn't said anything yet she opens her mouth and utters a simple monosyllable "OK."

Clarke's shoulders sag, visibly relaxing. "Great!" She grins, pleased with the outcome but almost immediately her face adopts a mischievous gaze. "Then I guess…I'll see you later?" Clarke reaches for Lexa's lapels and fixes them provocatively slow.

"Uh Yeah, um totally" Lexa replies dumbly glancing at Clarke's lips.

"OK. See ya soon," Clarke winks patting Lexa's fixed collar and moving away; making sure her hips sway suggestively as she walks.

Ogling Clarke's retreating form Lexa finally reacts. 'Whoa, are we gonna…' she swallows anxiously. At least she doesn't have to worry about controlling her longings anymore, but new doubts arise. 'What am I gonna wear? How should I…' fortunately an idea strikes her, 'Herbal bath! That way I can relax and also smell good!' Lexa gradually feels confident about the situation. 'I should go and find the right flowers and herbs… and maybe some sky people's perfume.' She saunters to the market mentally preparing for what is coming next.