Our People (the Third Book of the Her Weakness series)

Chapter 39

Lexa's POV

My body automatically wakes before the sun rises. Clarke's arms are around my waist and her face is pressed against the back of my shoulder. We are in a position she calls 'spooning', with her as what she calls the back spoon.

It is a comfortable position and I sigh contently, resting my hand on hers where it drapes across my stomach. Clarke grumbles sleepily and moves closer, entwining our legs further.

"Clarke." I say quietly, knowing it will wake her up.

"No." She groans, burying her face into my back.

"Clarke, we will have to get up soon. The Natblidas will be starting to train." She says nothing but squeezes me to her tighter. "You did say you want to watch them and perhaps join them."

"Not this early. Why do they have to wake up when the sun's not even up yet?"

"Enemies could attack at any time, it is good that thy can wake up and be ready so early. But, honestly, I think Titus just enjoys their groaning in the morning."

"Then Titus must be evil."

"No, he just likes when they are not loud. They are good students, but he has little patience for their games."

"Games?"

I fight the urge to smile, knowing she will be able to tell. I am succeeding in waking her up. "They play pranks on Titus. It is very amusing at times. Once they dyed all of his white robes pink on a week long holiday when he was supposed to wear white. They sometimes sneak into his room while he sleeps and color in his tattoos. I have heard that once, they tricked him into thinking I am in trouble and led him outside to see a raccoon in a trap they set. Then urged him to 'free me'."

Clarke's laughter is muffled against my skin, but I can feel the vibrations. "I'm liking those kids already. When you were a Natblida, were you like them?"

"I did play pranks on Titus with Costia and Luna, and he hated it because he could never catch us. I believe our best was when we put a young horse we found in the woods into his room. It took him hours to get it back down, it kept biting and kicking at him."

"How did you manage to even get it up so far? Isn't his room a floor below ours?"

"Two floors. But sha, it was difficult. It did not want to get into the elevator. We were lucky that Costia was good with animals and coaxed it in."

"Didn't any guards see you?"

"Of course. They were too busy trying to not laugh to stop us. We became infamous in Polis as the 'Three Muskrats'. I think it's an Old Earth thing."

"You mean the Three Musketeers?" Clarke questions, resting her head on my shoulder.

"Perhaps. It feels like ages ago." I sigh. It feels as though I have aged a century since those days.

She taps my arm so I turn around in her arms. Clarke kisses my forehead before taking my lips in hers. I melt into her, grasping her hip lightly as I deepen the kiss.

The moment is broken by a knocking at the door. We pull apart and I look down so make sure the pelts are covering us. Our clothes are still in various places from last night's (and this morning's) activities, and I can only hope our undergarments are not in an obvious place.

Once I am satisfied, I call out "Enter."

"Moba, Heda (sorry, Commander). The Natblidas are awaiting Wanheda and your arrival."

"We will be down in half an hour."

With that, the messengers bows her head to us and exits, shutting the door gently behind her.

"Do we really have to leave the bed?" Clarke groans.

"Sadly, yes hodness. Today is going to be a busy day. As much as I would love to stay here and hold you all day, we do have to get up."

Clarke sighs, "You're so comfy, though."

"We will do this another day."

"Promise?" Clarke wraps her arms around me and I kiss to the top of her head.

"I promise."

She lets out a sigh and squeezes me tighter against her before letting go and getting out of bed.

Clarke winces as her feet touch the floor. "I'm going to make you get a carpet or a pelt to put on the floor so my feet don't freeze in the morning."

"I will have Titus get one while we are gone." I sit up on the bed and watching her move about the room.

"Thanks." Clarke looks around. "Where did my shirt go?"

"It should be near the door." I say, recalling Clarke practically ripping it off herself the night before.

"Oh, yeah. Hey, why are you still in bed while I'm up?" She complains.

"I am simply enjoying the view."

Clarke grins at that and strikes a pose. I  get up, laughing and kiss her. She pulls back after a bit, resting our foreheads together.

"Mm. Thank you for that. What was that for? Because I know I'm irresistible, but I didn't think that simply striking a pose would get me that reaction."

"You are adorable." I remark, kissing her nose.

She pouts playfully, "I'm a fierce badass."

"You are both." I stare openly into her gorgeous blue eyes and she blushes.

"Stop looking at me like that."

"Like what?" I murmur.

"Like I'm your everything."

"You are." I say honestly and she kisses me again.

"You are so cute, Lexa." Clarke remarks, sighing happily. "Now come on, we've got to get dressed. We're going to be late to see the Natblidas."

She moves away from me and strides around the room, picking up her discarded clothes and tossing mine at me. I snap out of my daze and help by taking clothes from my closet for us to wear.

"You may have to change later for the branding." I say, handing her clothes. I made Octavia and Raven get some of our stuff from the wagon yesterday since they were complaining about being bored. "Your armor was sent to my blacksmith last night, it should be ready after we are with the Natblidas."

"Thank you." Clarke grins at me before putting on the clothes I handed her.

"Of course."

My mouth goes dry, and I force myself to stop studying her body (if I don't we will never leave our room) and put on my own clothes.

We meet each other half way to the door, entwining our hands as we leave our room.

In case you don't remember from earlier in this book, Clarke is still called Wanheda because she has evaded death multiple times in situations where almost anyone else would have died. In this story, it's not necessarily a negative thing (because the last thing Clarke needs is another negative thing in her life, but that's mainly just on the show). Thank you all for reading and stay awesome!