Commander's Redemption | Clexa

Chapter 19

Thirty minutes later, once it had gotten too cold and windy for Clarke to stay out on the balcony, Clarke went back inside. She notices Lexa on the floor with her eyes closed, and she considers throwing a pillow or shoe at the brunette.

For a moment, she just stands there, facing the Commander, while contemplating her options and trying to think of any ways to get rid of the other woman, but eventually she sighs before walking into her bathroom to brush her teeth, comb her hair, and wash her face in the sink.

She looks into her own tired eyes in the mirror, then trails her eyes down to her exposed neck. Both Aelia and Bellamy had noticed the hickey that Lexa had put there immediately as soon as she bared her neck, but she hadn't seen it yet herself. It was large and very dark and noticeable.

Clarke swallows thickly, torn between anger at Lexa for putting it there, and arousal when memories from last night come flooding back in.

Ultimately, she decides that she would simply have to put some effort into covering it up tomorrow since there was nothing else she could do to fix it at this point.

Clarke pulls out the tank top and sleeping shorts she had brought into the bathroom and removes her shirt, bra, and skinny jeans to switch into the sleeping gear.

She walks back into her bedchamber and starts folding her clothes that she was wearing earlier before placing them in a neat pile on the small side table by her bed.

Not quite ready to go to sleep yet, thoughts still swirling around in her head, she decides she might as well mess around in her sketchbook until she feels tired.

She settles down at the foot of the couch, leaning back against the armrest with one leg propped up on the seat, and the other dangling over the edge and picks up her sketchbook and charcoal.

The blonde looks at the drawing she had started recently, the one with Luna and the oil rig on it, but her current state of mind would not allow her to continue that drawing, thus, she flips to a new page and places down a few light charcoal lines.

Clarke is fully focused on her sketch when a loud gasp startles her out of her concentration.

She looks over at the brunette who is seemingly coming out of her trance-like state. Once Clarke determines that nothing bad is happening, she flicks her eyes back to her paper and gets back to work.

Meanwhile, Lexa's eyes fly open, and she looks around wildly, letting the familiar surroundings sink in. The previous Commanders weren't happy with the current state of her world, urging her to fix it soon, and they had let her feel their wrath, but now she was safely back in her favorite blonde's room.

She looks over at the blonde and notices she has changed into her sleeping clothes that leave little to the imagination. She trails her eyes over the beautiful woman, lingering on the now fully displayed marks on her skin and on the warm shadows the candle flames are casting on those soft legs.

Once she reaches Clarke's face, her pupils are dark, and she doesn't look away when she sees the other woman is already looking back at her.

"No," Clarke says in an almost chastising manner.

"What?" Lexa says innocently, the corners of her mouth lifted slightly lifted in a soft smile.

"Do not even think about it. I know what you were looking at and what you are thinking about, and it is not happening again. I am not yours. I will never be yours."

Lexa's smile falters, and she pushes herself up from the ground with a groan before walking over to the couch.

"Well, you are the one who is in my bed."