Clexa One Shots (Discontinued)

It started with a kiss part 7

Clarke held the cup to her lips, her hands still trembling – though Luna had assured both her and Lexa that this last symptom would dissipate on its own with time – as Lexa sat beside her, her hand running lazy circles on the blonde's back. Leaning in slowly, the brunette touched her lips to Clarke's temple, making the blonde smile into her drink.

"I love you," Lexa whispered into her ear, her hot breath making Clarke shudder. "I love you," she repeated just as softly, nibbling on her ear. "I love you..."

"I know," Clarke laughed, turning to face the Commander and reaching out to hold her face. "I love you too."

"Clarke, forgive me," Lexa began, but was interrupted by soft lips on hers.

"Stop," Clarke spoke into her mouth, as she pulled her in closer. "You've already been forgiven."

"For lying," Lexa managed to get out in between their kisses.

"Yes," Clarke replied, though more so to make Lexa shut up than anything else. Placing her cup on a small wooden table next to them, Clarke pushed Lexa onto the bed and climbed onto her, straddling her, leaning in to run her tongue along her neck.

"For the mountain..." Lexa gasped, as Clarke dug her teeth into the Commander's skin. "Mm...," she sighed, closing her eyes and giving in to the burning touch of the blonde's tongue. With heavy breaths, she lay expectantly, only to be disappointed by a lack of touch. Opening her eyes, she found a worried look on Clarke's face – and though she still hovered over Lexa, only inches away, the lust between them seemed to have evaporated. "Clarke?"

Rolling off of Lexa, she lay beside her, sighing. The brunette sighed too, as if in response, before turning over and facing the blonde, propping herself on her elbow.

"Clarke," Lexa spoke cautiously, as if afraid to startle her.

"I know, Lexa," was all Clarke could say. "I know why you did what you did. I know it wasn't personal..."

"And you know I love you," Lexa reminded her.

"And I know you love me," Clarke nodded, turning her face to meet Lexa's. Each one felt equally surprised and heartbroken to find the shattered, hopeless look in their lover's eyes. "I think I just need time," she explained, tears welling up in her eyes. "Thinking about the mountain just brings back the memory of everything I did." Her voice began to break. "Every life I took."

"My Sky Princess," Lexa whispered lovingly, reaching out and holding Clarke's face, rubbing her thumb to brush away the tears. "I will forever be burdened by this guilt – this pain of knowing that I caused you so much –"

"Heda!" a thundering howl interrupted, causing the Commander to spring up from her bed only seconds before Indra came storming into the tent. "Heda."

"What is it, Indra?" Lexa asked worriedly, glancing between Clarke and the Grounder, as if the latter had caught her in a shameful situation. Indra's stare froze whatever affection was left in the air, as she waited silently for the blonde to exit. Clarke caught sight of this, huffed, and stood up from the bed as well, ready to exit. Lexa turned to her, shaking her head slightly, her eyes pleading her to stay, but Clarke pretended not to notice this, leaving Indra alone with her Commander.

"We've been attacked, Heda," Indra finally spoke, bringing Lexa's attention back to the matter at hand.

"Where?" Lexa's voice remained calm, but her eyes glistened in intrigue and shone in rage.

"West Timore," Indra informed obediently. "No deaths, but several wounded." Lexa nodded, taking in the information.

"Who?" She asked finally – a bit rushed, a bit hesitant.

"The Skaikru, Heda," Indra revealed almost cheerfully. Clenching her jaw, Lexa breathed in – but the growing pressure on her chest only tightened.

Skaikru¸ the word echoed inside her. Clarke's people. She swallowed. Clarke. Hard.

"What shall we do?" Indra's voice interrupted her.

"We go to war," was all Lexa could muster.