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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It's a short ride to the cabin that Lexa made sure was prepared ahead of time. It's a small remote one-room house reserved for commanders for quiet retreats, however there was hardly time and most commanders in the past preferred staying within the safety and luxury of the tower, with the staff of maids and cooks and guards at their disposal.
There was clear tension brewing between the girls over the previous days, but the sparks building from their increasing affections was generating two different responses. Lexa on the one hand was kicking herself for having ordered two horses be saddled for them, wishing instead she was holding Clarke in front of her, pressed close against her for the hour ride. It was the small, mundane touches she enjoyed the most, the open displays of affection she couldn't to do publicly around the capital quite yet.
It's hard to keep her eyes on the trail ahead though like this, too entranced by the way the blonde's hips are rocking gently back and forth in the saddle to the horse's gait, having no idea what it was doing to Lexa. Clarke finally catches the commander staring after the brunette fails to see a low hanging branch and is almost knocked off her horse when it hits her head.
"Distracted much?" Clarke giggles, taking off at a canter. Lexa easily catches up but finds this pace infinitely more distracting, noting the way Clarke's breasts are almost bouncing out of her low-cut shirt at the rapid pace. Her short golden hair whips in the wind and the sheer euphoria on the girl's face was just as captivating, as the blonde's gaping smile spills out unbridled laughter while they race. Clarke looked so weightless and free as they raced across a clearing, further building up Lexa's hopes that they were making steady strides out of the darkness. They finally slow as the path condenses at the treeline again, both out of breath, and Lexa curses the space between them, wanting nothing more than to reach out for the blonde's hand, but absolutely does not mind the view from where she sits.
Clarke on the other hand was battling a rollercoaster within herself, a mess of sensations swirling like a funnel cloud, grabbing up every emotion inside of her into a tornado of nerves and excitement and anxiety. Part of her was nervous to have left the comfort of the tower, to be back out in the woods like this, as well as being both eager and nervous as to what expectations the commander may have for tonight, and whether she was actually ready for what she could tell they both wanted. It was futile to deny her rising urges, though she remained scared to give into them, and she grounded herself by looking over to the brunette whenever her thoughts darkly drifted to the last time she rode through the forest on her way to a remote cabin.
Lexa is stunning on horseback. Even without her armor, without her warpaint, in simple dark clothes, she exudes power and grace from atop a horse. Her upright posture, the natural way she controls her horse with her legs and hips, barely lifting the reins. She rocks in the saddle smoothly with poise and Clarke doesn't stop her mind from its shameless thoughts of having the commander rocking in the same way on top of her, thoughts of watching her head drop backwards in pleasure.
