Clexa One Shots (Discontinued)

It started with a kiss part 4

The feast seemed torturous and never-ending for both women. They sat across from each other – each at one end of the long table. Grounders grumbled around them, but they heard nothing. They simply looked at each other, mesmerized. The soft look in Clarke's eyes, the feeling of her nearly naked body pressed against Lexa – it all filled the Commander's head; thoughts she was unable to shake off, images she was unwilling to let go of. Biting her lower lip, her intense gaze shot through the room and met Clarke's. The blonde felt exposed, vulnerable – as if she were still nude in front of Lexa, and she liked it. God, how she liked it. And she hated herself for liking it.

"Let us toast," Lexa suddenly rose, cup in hand. The other Grounders quickly followed, raising their cups as well. Clarke stood up too, her legs a bit shaky from the tension that had been unfolding between the two. "To Clarke, Princess of the Sky." The way she said her name was graceful, eloquent, and undeniably lustful. Clarke's breath caught in her throat.

"To Clarke," the Grounders echoed, taking a drink with their Commander, who still stared fiercely at Clarke. They remained in this constant back and forth staring contest, only looking away to compose themselves when they'd thought their heartbeats had gotten loud enough to be heard from across the room.

After the meal, of what Clarke had assumed was hog, but was not entirely sure, she remained seated as each Grounder came up to her, introduced themselves politely and then shuffled out – something Lexa had ordered them to do, no doubt. The last person was a young, fairly attractive redheaded woman named Amara. Her voice was sweet and felt genuine.

"It is an honor to have you join us, Sky Princess," Amara smiled, bowing her head slightly.

"Thank you, but I'm actually not really a princess," Clarke clarified politely.

"Well, Clarke, you, without a doubt, are definitely as beautiful as one," Amara said with a small smirk, making Clarke blush to which the redhead smiled. Lexa, who was still in the room, snapped her neck up at this with an inexplicable rage building up in her chest.

As the girl was leaving, Clarke followed her with her eyes, momentarily forgetting that the Commander was with her – at least until she felt her tower before her. Looking up, she met Lexa's gaze, a hint of anger still in them.

"Are you going to introduce yourself too?" Clarke said almost jokingly. Lexa nearly smiled at the hope that maybe they could become at least friends.

"Would you like me too?"

"I don't see why you would." The playfulness in Clarke's voice was gone and Lexa's heart sank in her chest.

"For new beginnings," Lexa suggested softly.

"Lexa." Clarke hesitated, leaning back on her chair as Lexa slowly kneeled before her. Clarke couldn't help but think about how vulnerable she looked – how her soft eyes were now compared to the intensity they had shown during the feast. Clarke felt her skin burn as Lexa reached out and held her hand gently, slowly bringing it to the Commander's lips. Clarke breathed in sharply at the feel of the other girl's lips on her skin, unable to pull her hand away.

"It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Sky Princess," Lexa whispered, and Clarke cold feel her hot breath on her skin. And the way she said those last two words – the way her lips held them in her mouth so delicately – it made her head spin. It took everything in Clarke not to pull her in, so she may feel her breath even closer, so she may hear her voice even louder, vibrating inside her. But no. All she did was nod, playing along. "My name is Lexa."

"Hello, Lexa," Clarke replied, her voice a bit too low, a bit too shaky. Lexa didn't mind this or didn't seem to notice; her eyes transfixed on Clarke's. "It's nice to meet you." The corners of Lexa's mouth showed the signs of a smile, but the Commander fought it away.

"May I escort you to your tent?" Lexa asked as she finally stood up. Clarke could tell by her voice that she feared the end of the delicate moment they had shared. Lexa wanted to make it last longer – last forever.

"No," Clarke replied quickly, afraid that her self-control would slip and she'd find herself pushing Lexa onto her bed and tangling her fingers in that brown hair and ripping off her clothers and biting on her neck and kissing on her – No. "No," Clarke repeated, more to herself than to Lexa. Lexa nodded, understandingly, though her heart ached at the realization that the moment was, indeed, over.

As Clarke hurriedly left the dining room, her heart felt as though it was aching to break free from her rib-cage. She breathed heavily, leaning on a nearby tree, attempting to compose herself. A few footsteps shuffled behind her and Clarke closed her eyes, knowing she could no longer take it; knowing she would break now. And in her mind, at least for that moment, it didn't seem like the worst idea in the world. She thought back to their first kiss and how passionate, yet loving it had felt. Unlike with Finn. Unlike with anyone she'd ever been with, though the list was rather short. Looking up at the sky, she thought of the Ark and how far she had come from it all – how limited she had been in space; of water, of food, of room, of freedom. She could not limit herself now; not when death could sweep her away at any moments not when Lexa could be ripped away from her by the claws of death at any moment too. No, she would not deny herself this. She would not limit herself any longer.

The footsteps behind her stopped and she felt her presence. Biting her lower lip, closing her eyes one more, and breathing in the scent of the woods for strength, she spun around and grabbed the Grounder by the shoulders, pulling her in for a passionate kiss. Their lips met each other and Clarke forced the other girl's mouth open so she could pour all her desire into her. She only stopped because her lungs demanded her to, but when she did, she opened her eyes, wanting to take in the undeniable beauty that was Lexa in her arms. Except it wasn't, and Clarke flushed completely red, her heart racing in her throat – she could almost taste it.

"You're quite the kisser, Not-Princess," Amara smirked, running her tongue over her bottom lip and leaning into Clarke for more.