Clexa One Shots (Discontinued)

It started with a kiss part 6

The room was spinning in endless circles one way and then the other, but through this dizzying loop, Clarke heard the echoes of a voice calling her name, softly, gently... With a weak smile, she fluttered her eyes open expecting to find the Commander's beautiful green eyes staring back at her, but instead and to her vast disappointment, she met the gaze of a blurry Amara. Clarke groaned and shut her eyes again, though that only worsened the spinning. She groaned again.

"It's all right, Clarke," Amara reassured her. "I'm right here." It was sweet of her, Clarke thought, but she didn't care. She didn't want her there. She felt like she was inside out and all she wanted was Lexa. The name rung in her ears and she groaned again; memories of the night before flooded her and for a moment she genuinely believed she was drowning. "I told you that you had fallen ill, Not-Princess," the Grounder continued, bringing a hand to caress the blonde's face. She winced and groaned again, before falling back into an uncomfortable sleep.

When she next awoke, Clarke was alone and the room had finally stopped spinning. Dripped in sweat but shivering beneath the covers, her body ached for both coolness and warmth at once. "Lexa," she tried to call out, though it only came out as a hoarse whisper. "Lex –" she spoke once more, but stopped herself as a sudden wave of nausea took over forcing her to sit up. Her body shook violently, her stomach aching, her throat burning. When she was done, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, and let herself fall back onto the bed. She let herself doze off again.

The third time she awoke, she saw Amara hovering over her again, but before she could groan in annoyance, she heard Lexa's voice. It was clear this time. Clear and loud and booming with power. Clarke's eyes moved hectically around, trying to catch a glimpse of her, but Amara, who Clarke now noticed had an annoyed look on her face, was in the way. She let a groan slip from her dried lips to see if it would get her away, but it only brought her closer. She groaned even louder.

"Leave," Lexa spoke, with enough rage in that word to burn down villages. Amara nodded quickly and stepped aside, letting the image of the Commander finally reach tired, weak blue eyes. As soon as the red-head disappeared, Clarke was suddenly mere inches away from Lexa's worried face. "Clarke," she whispered softly, carrying so much love in the name that it made the blonde smile slightly at the dramatic change of tone.

"Lex..." Clarke tried, but was too weak to finish.

"Quiet now, Sky Princess. You must rest," Lexa spoke, her eyes as soft and caring as her voice. She reached a hand to touch her face, but retracted it, pressing her lips together as if that gave her strength. Clarke reached out instead, though her aim was terrible and her hand ended up on Lexa's shoulder rather than her face. The Commander gave out a small laugh, before tilting her head so that it touched the back of Clarke's hand. They both sighed.

"Thank...y..." Clarke struggled.

"For what, Clarke?" Lexa asked, her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, considering how much pain she'd caused her only the night before.

"For..." Clarke felt a new wave of nausea coming, so she had to stop and focus on her breathing instead. Oh, please don't throw up on Lexa she begged to herself quietly. "Being..."

"Take your time."

"...here," Clarke finally pushed the final word out, breathing heavily in exhaustion afterwards.

"You're ill, Clarke," Lexa said still as soft. "And Amara..." She spit the name out like it was poison on her lips. "...wasn't taking the proper care of you apparently." Anger began building up in her voice, but Clarke didn't care because it wasn't directed towards her and she was still here and she was still talking to her and that was enough. "She left you here alone," Lexa spoke the words as if they were sinful. As if to say I would never.