Clexa One Shots (Discontinued)

I am yours

There were about twenty of them: warriors, guards, the Commander, and Clarke. They stood around the table, eyeing maps and planning escape routes in case things got too hectic in Mount Weather. Clarke did most of the talking as the rest listened attentively, following her words and nodding every few seconds in agreement. Lexa, standing next to her, paid little to no attention to what the other spoke. They had discussed the plans beforehand privately, so there was nothing Clarke could say that she did not already know. This gave her the opportunity, then, to simply gaze at the blonde, tracing her profile with her eyes, memorizing the small scars on her white skin, and then resting her eyes on her lips. Lexa breathed in deeply, looked away from Clarke and onto the map that laid before them, in order to compose herself.

Still, Clarke spoke, and her words reached the Commander's ears, calling the brunette back. Lexa gave in. She looked back at Clarke once more, tilting her head slightly in admiration – in adoration. She seemed so beautiful then, so powerful – with the attention of twenty warriors, with the strength in her voice to lead a war. Lexa, unintentionally, began to dig her teeth into her lower lip, and let out a very small almost-moan, filled with want and desperation. Clarke immediately turned to her, a curious look on her face.

Turning red, the Commander lowered her head shamefully, and cleared her throat so as to disguise what had just slipped from her lips. Clarke fought off a smile as she realized what had just happened. Thankfully, no one else in the room suspected a thing, for only Clarke had heard Lexa's small whimper.

"If we become cornered here," Clarke went on. "Our only way out is by crossing the river. As we know, that is where the creature lives. We cannot risk more lives, so Lexa and I..." She pronounced the name so carefully, so slowly that it made the Commander forget how to breathe for a moment. "...have decided that our warriors should climb up the trees and wait as volunteers cross the river, leading the Mountain Men into the water."

"Who would volunteer to do that?" a man spoke out, annoyed at the suggestion. Lexa snapped an angry look at him.

"This plan is only in case of an emergency; if our original plan does not fail, this will not be an issue at all. However, it is important to be prepared for anything. And as to who will volunteer..." She looked over at Lexa with a small smirk. "I wouldn't mind getting a little wet." Lexa nearly fell backwards, but she held on to the table for balance.

"And what if we –" the same man begin to speak, but Lexa interrupted, holding up her hand to silence him, though her eyes remained intensely glued to Clarke.

"Leave us," she spoke to the entire room.

"But, Heda," Indra began, confused.

"Indra, it is not a question." Lexa barked back. "Clarke and I have some final things to discuss before we may continue." Indra nodded, and obediently led everyone out of the tent. Hesitantly, Lexa took her eyes away from Clarke, who stood there incredibly amused, and watched as people shuffled out.

As soon as the last person exited, Lexa practically lunged towards Clarke, smashing her lips onto hers, and backing the blonde up against the table. The commander desperately tugged at Clarke's jacket, urging her to pull it off, as her mouth parted Clarke's lips to receive the blonde's short, quick whimpers. Clarke took off her jacket and tangled her fingers into Lexa's braided her, pulling her closer.

The touch of lips felt warm; the touch of tongues felt burning hot. They moaned into each other, aggressively.

"Take off your shirt," Lexa commanded in between kisses, to which Clarke readily obeyed. Their mouths departed and it felt wrong to be so far away from each other, even if it was just for a moment, as Clark pulled her shirt over her head. "You're beautiful, Clarke of the Sky," Lexa whispered, before finding her way back to the other woman's lips. Carefully running her hands on Clarke's white, soft skin, she moved her mouth onto the blonde's neck, where she left a trail of kisses and teeth marks.