Fixing Clexa's story to give them an ending they deserved (an *ending, not the journey they deserved). They are clearly endgame but it turned into a bit more of an adult-themed journey to get there so just a warning it takes a slightly dark turn ar...
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Lexa keeps catching Niylah's eyes on her as she half-concentrates on a map sprawled out on one of the tables, charting a path south that will avoid the familiar routes. The tension had thickened after she exited Clarke's room, mostly out of awkwardness, unsure if either would address the clear elephant in the room. Lexa could tell the girl seemed nervous, unsure if her own history with Clarke was known to the commander. She was busying herself with prepping hides, stringing up more smoked meat, avoiding any more dressing changes on Clarke for now.
Lexa finally breaks the silence, her voice awkwardly formal.
"I understand you helped Clarke before. I'm grateful for your young friend for guiding us here. It seems many of the young ones nearby were fond of her."
"Yes, we all were." Niylah replied absently, laying aside the fox fur she was brushing.
Lexa pauses, eying her, "You cared for her." She asserts, waiting for Niylah to look up at her as well.
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"Yes, she's special." Niylah replies flatly, meeting her gaze. She sees the irritation flicker in the commander's eyes, knowing she's hit a sore spot. She hadn't known much at the time why Wanheda was in hiding after Mt. Weather, and any attempts to try to get Clarke to talk about it were shut down. She just knew she was the one cleaning her wounds from surviving alone in the forest, pulling her close when she thrashed at night from her recurring dreams, trying to be a barrier between Clarke and her ghosts, for however temporary.
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With the fresh context of her and the commander's affections for each other, she understands so much more about their brief time together, and it's not hard for Niylah to discern those lost months haunt Lexa even moreso.
"Hey," she says, stepping around out from behind the long table, leaning back against it once she's only a few paces from Lexa, "I never asked her for anything more than those moments, it's just how I live my life. One moment at a time."
"And if she had wanted to stay?" Lexa asks tersely.
"Her heart was not there to give away, even if she had wanted to. It was elsewhere, though I'm sure she was not fully aware of it herself. So I took it for what it was, just moments. I was happy to provide a place to hide, and any other comfort she needed."
There's a long pause, though the tension had lifted. Lexa stares at one of the trinkets on the table, trying not to imagine Niylah comforting Clarke in her head. She can't hold any real resentment towards her though, knowing it's her own fault that Clarke had required anyone else's comfort to begin with.
"Thank you for keeping her safe." Lexa finally says. To which Niylah nods back, before returning to brushing out the stretched furs.
They settle into a pattern over the next several days, waiting for Luna to return. Niylah stays busy with prepping her goods, checking her traps, and entertaining the young ones with stories when they come by. Clarke is able to sit up more easily, her stitches healing but still tender. She's restless, anxious, as is Lexa. But the commander is plenty content spending entire days with Clarke all to herself, unable to help with the hunting because she can't be seen by anyone coming in for supplies.
Lexa most enjoys torturing Clarke to pass the time, who although is almost mobile, still cannot get out of bed. She has taken over the dressing changes from Niylah, where she now insists on fully wiping down the blonde's entire body instead of just her torso, despite Clarke's eyerolls.
"I must be sure everything is clean, so the wound does not get infected, niron." Lexa would innocently insist each time, bringing in a bowl of warm water and cloth, all to eager to remove all of the blonde's clothes. Sometimes she'd bring cold water instead without telling her, letting drops fall along her limbs, each one a shock until Clarke felt the warm contrast of Lexa's mouth follow.
Grinning between the delicate kisses up and down each limb, knowing Clarke is unable to get up and counter any actions, the commander takes her time making her squirm, letting her lips and tongue explore everywhere except where Clarke wants them most. Only when the blonde is wound up so much that she's whimpering and grabbing fistfuls of brown curls does Lexa give in to give her a release, first with her tongue before sliding a single finger into her wet folds. She traces patterns with her tongue while rhythmically curling her finger along the blonde's inner walls while Clarke desperately- and usually unsuccessfully- tries to smother her groans with one of Niylah's pillows. She slides a second finger inside, increasing the pace as the rhythmic pumps cause Clarke's back to arch and her hips rock into each motion, her moans of pleasure unable to be muffled any longer. Lexa herself is throbbing and could almost finish without any friction at all feeling the hips buck against her chin hearing her sky girl come undone.
"This is so not fair" Clarke pants minutes later as she playfully tugs Lexa's shirt upwards, unable to get it higher than a few inches in her weakened state with Lexa resisting. She gives up and grabs a fistful of the commander's shirt to pull her face inches from her own, "You will regret this once I'm better." Lexa leans to close the gap between their lips but Clarke pulls her head back slightly, "Nah-uhhhh, don't think so." Clarke teases. The two continue giggling, as Lexa pins Clarke's hands to the bed, Clarke flipping her head back and forth denying Lexa her lips.
"Ahem.....whenever you're ready lovebirds." Luna's sarcastic voice from the other room startles both of them, as Lexa springs off the bed and Clarke grabs at the covers, waiting for Lexa to hand her back her clothes off the ground. As she holds out the clothes Lexa sneaks in to plant a quick kiss on Clarke's cheek before she can react, chuckling victoriously as she turns to leave the room.
"I um, didn't hear you get back." Lexa mumbles while clearing her throat, failing to keep a straight face.
"Not surprised" Luna says, trying not to grin back. She tosses Lexa a heavy sack, which she opens to find her Commander armor, wrapped in her cloak and red sash, her daggers carefully folded into the middle.
"No one was guarding your room, it's chaos in the tower." Luna says, holding out her hand, opening it to show the commander's headpiece. "Get dressed, Heda."
Lexa pauses, taking a deep breath before grabbing the little gold gear from Luna's palm.
