Peace In War Commander Lexa/You

Peace in War

You find some peace in times of war.

It's not the howl of the wind blowing against the tent.

It's not the furs that weigh you to the bed.

It's the head that finds its way onto your chest almost every night.

It's the green eyes that always find you when she enters a room.

It's her fingers trailing down your spine when the candles burn low.

Maybe it is her lips when they catch yours in a kiss.

It's everything Lexa: her smell, her taste, her touch, the sight of her and her voice.

You don't need to drink.

You're already drunk on her like right now.

The sun is beginning to rise: the start of golden rays peek through the small gap of the tent opening but you don't move.

It's rare that you wake and Lexa still sleeps.

You revel in this.

She lays next to you curled at your side.

You fell asleep alone and know she probably came in a couple hours ago.

Her eyelashes flutter as she dreams and a sigh escapes her full lips.

You fidget and sigh enraptured in the high whine it arouses where the two of you no longer touch.

You shush her and can't help how your face softens in adoration.

Your fingers smooth the wrinkles forming in the middle of her brow and sigh.

She's so beautiful but so young when she sleeps.

You almost wish she could stay like this forever when her dreams don't end in terror.

You sigh and start to sit up only stopping when you notice her movements.

Instinctively, Lexa has seeked out your touch rolling back into your side.

A word, barely audible, escapes in her exhale at the contact and you flush when you notice it sounds like your name.

She looks so sweet: so innocent.

The sun though steadily rises threatening every peace Lexa has found.

"Hei."

You rub wide and smooth circles over the cotton of her shirt trying to wake her as gently as possible.

Lexa's eyes quiver as they open and abruptly shuts at the responsibilities that await her.

"Lay with me," she pleads.

This is Lexa not the Commander asking for just one moment of peace.

You would never deny her that.

So you lie back down and bear the weight of Lexa's responsibilities as she rests her head on your chest.

You let her have a few more moments of reprieve.

You help her have a moment of peace in war.

However, the war needs to be won for peace so you shift the weight hating how it settles on her shoulders so heavily.

"They need their Heda."

You hate being the voice of reason but it's a job you must partake.

Your fingers brush through her hair untangling any knots from sleep.

"Their Heda needs you."

Lexa sits up now her lips placing the softest of kisses on yours.

You nod and smile.

"I know," you stroke her hair pushing her over her shoulders. "When this is over, we can be us again."

Lexa nods understanding and resolute wanting that peace from before you shared.

She kisses you one last time desperate before leaving the tent to continue the war.

Lexa doesn't look back this time and you don't blame her knowing sometimes it takes one look to forget.

This isn't a time to forget but you can only hope this will be the prelude to another peace even if it can only be her peace in your arms.