Octavia makes her point. Clexa-sexa and fluff. Some funny moments.

'What the…' Clarke can't believe her eyes 'is she really…' She thinks Octavia must have lost her mind for trying to attack her that way after all that has happened. Instinctively her hand flies back to pull out her sword from its sheath and fight back, but her view is suddenly blocked by the young warriors standing in front of her, effectively shielding her.

Octavia's race comes to an abrupt stop just centimeters away from eighteen swords pointing directly at her face. In the tense silence of the atmosphere, she has the opportunity to observe her apprentices' faces; the fear in their young eyes, the shaking of their hands as they clutch the grip of their swords with as much strength as they can. Octavia is sure they all know she could easily defeat – and even kill- each and every one of them with a few simple swings of her sword. After all, there are thousands of stories about her combat skills during those terrible times of war; the most famous being the one in which she slaughtered a dozen rebels that doubled her in size -all by herself. Yet Octavia can see their conviction as they stand in position ready to strike. The quietness lasts a few seconds more until a short burst of laughter escapes her throat. "Good!" she proclaims "Your reaction was fast and your reflexes impeccable; it pleases me to see you're doing your job as the warriors you are: to protect your commander."

Clarke's eyebrows rise in surprise and confusion at the words. She's not alone though; the young warriors look just as confused as her.

"It takes courage to confront your enemy but even more courage to oppose your ally when you think they are in the wrong." Octavia continues, pacing with authority. "As I see it, you are all on the right path to becoming remarkable soldiers for the army very soon; I couldn't be more proud of you." Lifting her chin she orders next, "now go back to your practice, we've got a hard day ahead."

Still pretty much disconcerted, the teens obey their mentor's instructions and resume their previous going-ons.

Octavia waits for her apprentices to be out of ear shot to address Clarke. "Did you see that? They came to your rescue without even thinking about it, like it was something engraved in their DNA; a second nature. They were willing to die for you Clarke, because you're their commander, because that's their duty." She looks straight in the eyes of her friend before adding. "Guess who taught them that?"

Clarke holds Octavia's gaze firmly, but remains silent.

"My job is to teach them just that; to fight for you and with you, no questions asked. And call me arrogant, but I think I'm doing one hell of a job." Octavia steps closer to Clarke. "I don't need you to babysit me; I'm doing my thing and I do it well, so why don't you go and do yours? I'm sure you have lots of things to do." Having said that, she signals with her hand the way towards the tower.

With nothing more to say, Clarke spares one last glance at the brunette and turns around; not before searching with her eyes at Lexa who never moved from her spot. They exchange gazes briefly - a silent promise to talk later- until finally Clarke leaves.

Octavia then faces Lexa, who offers a simple nod at her. Octavia's lips curl up at one side as she responds with the same action.

Witnessing the exchange, Esiry now back at Lexa's side, questions intriguingly "why didn't you join us?"

Lexa just shrugs replying with utmost tranquility, "she wasn't gonna hurt Clarke."

Esiry opens her mouth wanting to know more but Octavia's next command forces her to begin her practice and forget about the topic.

…

Being summoned to the throne room, Octavia enters with no idea what to expect, but attempts to act as cool as she usually does. She chances a glance in Indra's direction but as expected the woman remains impassive not giving her any hint.

"General," Clarke speaks from her throne, "I have to admit I was really impressed by today's demonstration at the training field; it was quite the lesson for your trainees … even for me," she confesses softening her tone a bit.

Octavia can't hide her pride at the acclaim. "Thank you very much for the recognition commander, but as I told you earlier I'm only doing my job."

"I see," Clarke comments in mock consideration, adding seconds later "your words were very powerful and persuasive; although they seemed … familiar," she squints for effect.

Octavia has to smirk at that "Dumbledore, Harry Potter. I just paraphrased it a bit."

"I knew it!" Clarke exclaims with a smirk of her own.

They stare at each other with subtle smiley faces.

Indra watches the interaction between Octavia and Clarke and rolls her eyes, "should I leave you two alone?" She remarks with sarcasm, making both women come out of their private communication.

"No um," Clarke clears her throat, "that will be all for now general; I'll leave you to your own devices."

"Right!" Octavia shakes her head, "I'll head back to the army." She bows slightly before quickly departing.

Watching the brunette walking away, Clarke sighs relieved; feeling like a heavy weight has been lifted off her shoulders. They may not be alright yet, but it's a first step; she's hopeful things with Octavia will be back to normal soon enough. The younger Blake may be stubborn and always inclined to make poor choices in anger, but she is still her best friend, almost a sister; Clarke can't imagine her life without Octavia in it. Her internal reflection is abruptly interrupted when she feels Indra's glare on her, "what?" She feigns ignorance.

"Ugh, you sky people are ridiculous!" Indra complains irritated.

"No! we- whatever!" Clarke shifts on her throne assuming a more commanding position, evidently dismissing her counselor's criticism and proceeds instead with the regular schedule "who's next?"

…

Just like Clarke imagined, Lexa is already in her room when she arrives that night. She mentally thanks her good luck for the emergency at a nearby village that forced Abby to leave Polis earlier than planned. With that inconvenience out of the way, Clarke's mind is overtaken by more recent issues. She makes her way to the end of the bed, directing her attention to her girlfriend. "How did you know she wasn't gonna attack me," she asks the question that got her thinking since the morning at the training field.

Lexa rouses from the bed and walks toward Clarke "because I saw it in her eyes" she hesitates before saying the next words because she knows it could trigger Clarke but ultimately chooses to express it. "I know when she's determined to hurt someone."

And the admission does ignite something in Clarke. Her hands form fists at her sides; all the progress she made trying to "forgive" Octavia threatens to vanish as she remembers the condition she found Lexa in.

Anticipating a negative reaction, Lexa puts her arms around Clarke's hips suggesting teasingly, "you look tired, how about if you take a hot shower and get rid of today's burdens… I can join you if you want?" She almost laughs at the instant change in Clarke's demeanor.

"Uh…" All tension disappears from Clarke's body as her mind is taken over by images of the things they could be doing.

"Come," Lexa steps back stretching her hand out for Clarke to take.

Clarke does it and with it she symbolically allows Lexa to take complete control of the situation.

Understanding the message Lexa leads them both to the large bathroom attached to Clarke's room. She leaves Clarke standing near the shower as she turns on the water, searching for the perfect temperature. Once she is done, Lexa moves in front of Clarke, staring into her eyes silently. She waits a little longer but then begins undressing slowly.

Even though Clarke had seen Lexa naked before, there's something special about this occasion, like a first time. Here with Lexa undressing only for her in such a confident way she feels eighteen again, at the mercy of the girl who at this very moment doesn't look like a teenager at all, but more like the strong woman she fell in love with sixteen years ago. Clarke is so enthralled in her reveries that it takes her a second to realize Lexa is now undressing her. She feels a shiver run down her spine when the brunette brushes against her skin while carefully removing her clothes.

When she has her completely bare, Lexa puts Clarke under the shower stream, following immediately after.

Clarke exhales letting the warm water wash over her, cleaning her not only physically but emotionally too. She gasps when Lexa embraces her from behind; the skin on skin contact enhancing her senses. Clarke feels so safe in the arms of her lover that she leans her body toward Lexa's front.

It's quite a nice sensation for Lexa to have Clarke like this, so vulnerable; forgetting all about her rank and responsibilities and just being Lexa's girlfriend. She knows it must not be easy for her to let go of her power, her authority; but at the same time she's aware Clarke needs the attention. Lexa starts by leaving a trail of kisses behind Clarke's neck, shoulders and ears, caressing her curves in the process.

The way Lexa is touching her; tenderly, purposely, gets Clarke hot and bothered in no time. She attempts turning around but the firm hold Lexa has on her prevents her from doing so. Instead she blindly reaches for whatever part of Lexa's body that she can come in contact with.

Sensing Clarke's desperation, Lexa wants to accelerate the process so she pulls Clarke impossibly close to her body, reaching for both her breasts; massaging them in a circular motion while sucking on the side of her neck.

Clarke moans as she scratches Lexa's back holding onto the girl for dear life.

Lexa, having Clarke exactly where she wanted, moves a hand down between Clarke's legs, sliding her finger in already wet lips – not only from water. She moves her digits fast wanting to bring Clarke to a climax as soon as possible. Then just because she can, she leans into the blonde's ear to whisper sensually in trigedasleng "surrender to me Wanheda; you're mine."

It should surprise Clarke how her body responds, or worse, obeys at the order; because the next thing she knows, she is orgasming fast and with force. Her body convulses at the strong waves of pleasure pulsating through her muscles; Clarke's knees buckle under the strain. Luckily for her, strong arms are ready to keep her upright so she relaxes in the embrace, feeling for the first time in her life that nothing could hurt her; and more so when she receives a kiss on her temple and hears the sweet reassuring words of her girl.

"I got you."

…

As it usually ends their love making sessions, they are both cuddling in bed quietly enjoying each other.

Clarke is deep in thought mulling something over in her head, something that has been bothering her since the other day; but right at this moment she believes she has found a solution to her predicament. "So I was thinking…" she starts clearing her throat.

"Hmm?" Lexa replies with an already sleepy voice.

"Since you're going to your village I maybe, I uh… could go with you."

Lexa's head quirks to face Clarke, all drowsiness forgotten "you-you want to go with me… to my village?" She questions doubtfully.

"Well, yeah I mean." Clarke struggles with what she wants to say next but lets the words out anyway. "I- I think it would be appropriate to let your parents know I'm courting you."

Lexa's jaw drops at the admission, her eyes open wide in shock. "Whoa; wow." She swallows the sudden nervousness and anticipation from her chest. "You uh- you don't have to do that Clarke," even though the idea is thrilling she doesn't want to show too much eagerness and make Clarke feel obligated.

"No, on the contrary I think I do." Clarke settles on one elbow before explaining. "If I talk to your parents first, everything will be formalized, we will be officially a couple. I'm actually very confident this will be the perfect way for you and I to show ourselves freely to our people, you know? After all I'm the commander; I need to lead by example." She ends with of a hint of authority.

Lexa has never ever felt as loved and respected as she does right now. She never thought Clarke could be this adorable and proper at the same time; and it makes her look ten thousand times hotter than she usually is. Either way she asks tentatively "Are you sure?"

"Of course I am." This time Clarke doesn't hesitate with her answer "but um…" She cringes with guilt. "I won't be able to stay more than a day, but at least I…" she doesn't have time to finish the sentence since her lips are crushed by Lexa's in a hard kiss.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you" Lexa covers Clarke's face with small pecks of adoration.

Clarke laughs contently; certain she made the right choice.

…

"Lexa and Troy will be gone next week; but two villages are sending warriors to test so we'll see," Octavia informs Clarke about the young warrior's status. It wasn't a regular occurrence to give Clarke this kind of report but since the "Lexa incident" she was warned by Indra that from now on feedback regarding the teens is mandatory.

"Sounds great. Did you already check in with the army?" Clarke asks Octavia all business like.

"Yeah, no changes with the soldiers; everything is running smoothly as usual."

"Perfect!" Clarke comments moving on to the next topic in their usual end of the day updates. "We will have Raven here also next week to do a check up on the installations and catch up with the mechanics of each clan; Indra?" She turns to the woman.

"They were notified, all of them confirmed. I'll have everything prepared for their arrival."

Clarke nods her approval. "OK, I guess that will be all for tonight ladies; lets rest up to have a productive day tomorrow." With that the three of them rise from their seats and walk over to the door of the meeting room.

The first one to go is Indra, who as always waits at one side for Clarke to retreat before going her own way. What she doesn't expect though is to witness something that resembled a comedy.

Octavia and Clarke cross the threshold at the same time getting stuck in the doorway.

The two women, shoulder to shoulder, look at each other first in alarm then embarrassment, pushing and wiggling in order to free themselves. After a couple of tries they succeed; now one is in front of the other.

"Sorry."

"Sorry."

Both let out at the same time with flushed faces.

Indra rolls her eyes and groans. "I'm too tired for this, I'm leaving." She turns, not before warning "and please don't kill each other." Saying that she marches to her bedroom grumbling in trigedasleng about the silliness of the sky people.

Surrounded by an uncomfortable silence, Octavia decides to break the heavy mood with a shy invitation. "So um; we should uh, have lunch and chat sometime."

Clarke is taken aback by the offering but she quickly recovers to respond, "uh yeah sure we should do that, soon."

"Yeah soon."

They both nod dumbly at each other without saying anything and not knowing how to proceed.

That is until Octavia had enough. "I'm not going to hug you!" She announces defensively.

"I'm not going to hug you either!" Clarke counteracts just as warily.

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

"Goodnight."

"See ya."

Fortunately they stroll in opposite directions this time, avoiding what would've been an awkward – but hilarious- collision.

…

Lexa, having just ended her conversation with Esiry, sits on her bed taking the opportunity to ponder on the events of the week, before going to Clarke's bedroom. She is glad Clarke and Octavia seemed to have overcome their impasse and are getting along better lately. Lexa is very aware of how lonely it gets when someone is in a position of power; the last thing she wants is for Clarke to feel that way. She is very happy at the knowledge Clarke has good friends by her side that can listen to her and keep her company in good or difficult times. Lexa gets suddenly giddy when she remembers Clarke and her are traveling to her village in just a few days more, 'she wants to talk to my parents, it's so cute.' She giggles at how special this gallantry is making her feel. 'Did Costia feel this way too?' She wonders in silence at the memory of herself visiting Costia's parents to let them know about her intentions with their daughter. A sad smile graces her features at the mental image. "I hope she did," she whispers with eyes closed, sending a prayer to the spirits for Costia's soul wherever it is. Lexa takes a deep sigh to collect herself and get ready to see Clarke, but before she actually does anything, a thought strikes her, one that makes her feel uncomfortable, 'should I tell Clarke?' Lexa considers briefly, looking at the drawer on her nightstand. 'Yeah I should, I will,' her words as sure as they may sound, lack certainty. Still with those doubts in mind she exits her room, to meet her woman.