Her Weakness

Chapter 30

I open my eyes to see a blurry person sitting beside me, their head resting on their arms, snoring softly. I blink against the harshness of the light and my vision clears enough to see that the person is Clarke.

My body feels heavy, but I use whatever I got from resting to brush her hair out of her eyes. She twitches in her sleep and I let my hand drop into my chest. I smile at her before looking around.

We are in their medical center and we are the only ones around.

Clarke murmurs something but I cannot hear what it is. She squirms and murmurs, "Lexa."

I hold my breath. She is dreaming of me. She is silent for another moment before she resumes her quiet snoring. She slumps further and lets out a loud snore that I am sure they heard in Tondc.

Clarke jolts awake with a sleepy "huh?"

I laugh as she sits up straighter and wipes the drool from her lips. I watch, amused as she stares at me.

"You're awake?" Clarke relaxes and gives me a smile that nearly stops my heart. "How are you feeling?"

"I am fine," I rasp, my voice rough as though I have not used it in days. "How long was I asleep?"

She glances at a device around her wrist, "36 hours and 44 minutes. You really had me worried."

I reach out and hold her hand, "I am sorry I worried you. I did not think I was hurt so badly. How is your injury? Did your mother patch it up?"

"Yes she did, though I had to refuse treatment because she wanted to help me before you."

Octavia bursts through the door, "Is she awake?"

Clarke nods and gestures to me, "She's right here."

"Thank you for your concern, Octavia."

She blushes, "I wasn't concerned!" Clarke raises an eyebrow at her. "Shut up, Princess; don't act all high and mighty. You were practically hysterical when she fainted."

"I wasn't hysterical! And don't call me Princess!" Clarke protests.

"You were practically screaming at your mom to help her. Princess."

Clarke groans and looks at me. I look back, a smile on my face as she drops her head onto her arms. "Go have not-so-secret sex with Lincoln in the woods, Octavia."

She flushes, her mouth slightly agape in shock at Clarke's words. She sputters for a moment before muttering "whatever" and walking back out.

Clarke sits back up, her hand still in mine. "My mom doesn't like that we're dating."

I ignore the fact that my heart skipped a beat when she said "dating".

"We can do whatever you wish, Sky Princess, whether it is ignoring her disapproval or to downplay our relationship around her. It is your choice."

She leans closer so our lips are inches apart. It is taking enormous amounts of self-control that I never knew I have to not close the small gap between us.

"Ignore her," she breathes. I fight the urge to tremble at her words. She is my weakness. She kisses me and it is slow, yet I can feel the fire of passion behind it.

"What the hell?" I pull back reluctantly to see Clarke's mother standing in the doorway.