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

Chapter 51

Lexa's POV

After Clarke points out Octavia and Raven, the rest of the night is a whirlwind of dancing and talking. It is the most fun I have had in years, and I cannot remember a time where I have smiled so much. Clarke and I both spend a lot of it looking at each other as we dance, giving each other what Octavia and Raven like to refer to as "heart eyes."

We even try to break dance, which Clarke turns out to be good at (she may have caused me to stop moving altogether when she was dancing like that. The way she can move her body was almost literally jaw dropping). When Clarke is not distracting me, I try as well. I am nowhere near as good at it as Clarke, Octavia, and Raven are, but Clarke assures me I did not make a complete fool of myself. I let her reassure me, though I did feel many eyes on me that were not exactly in awe of my skills.

We turn in very late, a few hours past midnight when our feet are too sore to continue. Clarke and I walk back to my tower, wincing with every step. Both of us have been drinking, so in order to walk in a straight line, Clarke holds onto me and stays closer than usual. That is the reason she told me, but I suspect she just wants to be close to me. I cannot complain, I am enjoying her closeness as much as she is.

By the time we get back up to our room and our bed we are barely upright, exhausted by our eventful night (and morning). Neither of us bother to put on pajamas or anything, just stripping until we are in nothing but our undergarments.

Clarke flops dramatically onto our bed, groaning happily. I let out a tired chuckle, and get into bed beside her. I assist her by helping her get under the furs. Clarke does not move much while I maneuver her, only murmuring out a thank you before falling asleep with her face on my shoulder. Her arm tightens around my waist and I kiss her forehead before I let myself follow her into unconsciousness.

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I wake up to a mouthful of golden hair. I gently get it out, hoping not to wake up Clarke. It feels early, and Clarke hates morning in general. And today, she will be waking up after a late night with drinking.  She will most likely have a "hangover" as I have heard our friends call it.

I try to get up, only to have Clarke clutch onto me tighter, grumbling in her sleep. I let out a sigh, knowing there is no way she will let go long enough for me to get something for her inevitable headache. If I get up, I will wake her up, and she looks so peaceful sleeping I would not want to unless absolutely necessary.

For some reason, a guard pokes her head in at this exact moment, as if she can hear my inner turmoil. I gesture for her to come here, and she walks over to the bed silently.

"I heard movement coming from in here," she explains. "Do you need anything?"

"Can you get some medicine for a headache?" I whisper.

"Are you alright, Heda?" She asks worriedly.

"Sha, I am. Clarke will not be when she wakes up."

The guard smiles understandingly. "I will get it and leave it on the table beside your bed."

"Mochof." I say, stifling a yawn.

"Reshop Heda. You have moons worth of traveling ahead of you. You will need your rest." With that, the guard leaves.

Clarke pulls me even closer, sighing adorably and I fall back asleep with a smile on my face and the woman I love in my arms.

When I wake again, it is because I can feel Clarke waking up. She lets out a low groan and burrows her head in the space above my shoulder, probably using my head to block out light.

I kiss the top of her head. "Good morning, ai hodnes (my love)."

"I don't think it's morning anymore." Clarke says, her voice raspier than normal.

I smile at her response, reaching over and picking up the bottle on the side table. Clarke lets out adorable little noises of protest until I settle back against her.

"Here, this should help with your headache."

Clarke grabs it from my hands, gulping it down in one try. She makes a displeased face, but lets out a sigh of relief.

"Mochof." She rests her head back on top of my shoulder.

"Pro." We lay in comfortable silence. "We are going to have to get up eventually, hodnes. We cannot stay here forever."

I can tell Clarke is about to make a retort, but she is cut off by her own grumbling stomach. She sighs while I fight off laughter, knowing she would not like me being amused by this.

"Come on, we can get food." I try to convince her. It does not work and she just tightens her arms around me. Time for another tactic. "I am sure Octavia and Raven are hungry as well."

Clarke's head jolts up, narrowly missing hitting my jaw. Her eyes are wide and sparkling with mischief.

"We can tease them," she says gleefully.

"Yes we can. I will go inform a guard to get Octavia and Raven. Where would you like to meet them?"

"The dining room." Clarke says calmly before cackling. "Revenge is ours."

Perhaps this should be concerning, but I find her to be gorgeous and cute even when she is planning on exacting revenge on our friends. I pull on a nearby shirt, which judging by the looseness in the chest is Clarke's. I walk to the door and open it partially to reveal one of the guards. I relay our order to get Octavia and Raven and he scurries off (he may not have expected to see his Heda in nothing but a shirt and undergarments).

Clarke walks toward me and hands me my clothes for the day. She is already half dressed (and I am having a more difficult time than usual keeping my eyes on her face until she pulls on her shirt).

"I can't wait to get them back for all of the times they teased us." Clarke says, grinning and bouncing on her heels while she waits for me to get dressed.

Well, that was so much sleepy clexa cuteness. Also, my chemistry exam kicked my ass today (I'm good at school, so I'll be fine and I'm sure I did good but I know I didn't do great). One down, three to go. Thank you all for reading and stay awesome!