The Commander of Death

Chapter Six

A/N: If you thought that Clarke's powers only extended to what has been depicted in the previous chapters, you're in for a treat. Azgeda makes their first move, and Louwoda Kliron Kru is in trouble... This fic has graphic depictions of violence throughout, so be warned. This chapter is a bit intense, so I hope you like it! 

-JM

Lexa stirred when the sunlight streaming through the windows reached her eyes, greeted by the glowing light and the feeling of a warm body wrapped around hers. A smile immediately graced her lips when she tilted her head to look at the sleeping blonde in her arms. Clarke began to wake when Lexa shifted to look at her, the blonde nuzzling her head under Lexa's chin and making the brunette's smile widen.

She ran a hand through Clarke's long blonde locks, brushing them out of her face. "It is time to get up." She told her sweetly.

"No." Clarke groaned, holding tighter to Lexa in defiance. Lexa was tempted to just let her and return the embrace, stay in bed with her and leave worldly concerns at the bedroom door.

A light, tiny laugh floated from Lexa, Clarke smiling involuntarily as she felt the vibrations of it in the brunette's chest. "I wish we did not have to."

Clarke moaned, and although it was out of complaint, it prompted Lexa to bite her lip and excitement course through her body, electrifying every nerve. Memories of the previous night rushed back to her, effectively waking her up. Clarke's eyes fluttered open, crystal blue eyes welcoming the morning light, albeit begrudgingly.

"I like it here. I don't want to leave." Clarke declared with a scowl.

Lexa smiled. "Well, being the Commander and all, I kind of have to be here often, so we can stay here more often when it is not necessary for us to keep a close eye on Arkadia. We need to make sure everything goes smoothly with the Coalition's pledged people arriving and ensure that there is no conflict between our people."

"You better believe I'm going to want to come back here as much as possible." Clarke huffed. "I don't want to go back to that tin can."

"I can have my tent set up outside of the gates so that we can stay in it instead." Lexa offered with a shrug. Clarke lifted her head, beaming, prompting a smile on Lexa's lips. "Tent it is, then." She decided. "You will have to be cautious about your volume, however." She said with a smirk forming. Clarke's eyes widened for a moment and she bit her lip. "It is a shame, I like hearing you moan my name without the need to be quiet." She said wistfully, smirk still in place.

Clarke groaned, feeling desire pooling in her. "If you don't stop we're never leaving this bed."

"This room, you mean." Lexa murmured seductively, her eyes scanning over the area and lingering most on her desk, Clarke following her eyes. "So many opportunities..."

Clarke crashed her lips against Lexa's in a split second, not able to hold back after that, and moving to straddle her. "Yes. This room." She said between kisses.

Just as her hands found Lexa's breasts, there was a knock on the door. The blonde pulled back reluctantly, a pained and frustrated expression on her face.

"Son of a bitch." She muttered in a scowl, knowing the building tension in her would have to be released later. She flopped back on the bed, glaring at Lexa's amused grin. "That's your cue, Commander." She huffed, gesturing lazily towards where the door was.

Lexa leaned in to kiss Clarke again, tasting her sweet lips with a smile on her own. "Stay here." She told her, kissing her one last time before climbing out of bed. Clarke bit her lip as she watched Lexa walk to her closet, fully naked.