Prompt: Commander Lexa is ticklish and only Clarke knows where
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Clarke and Lexa were in the leaders hut as they relaxed after a long and exhausting day. They had a few meetings about the defeat of the Mountain Men and who Mount Weather would belong to. They had decided that Sky People would own Mount Weather considering they are more alike than the other clans however they will share the supplies if needed.
Clarke was lying on the layers of fur as Lexa was still at the table looking over the map of Mount Weather.
"Lexa, can you just relax for a bit? The war is over; there is no need to worry about anything." Lexa shook her head refusing to relax. She was the Commander; she had to be prepared for anything that is to come. "Lexa come on." Clarke stood up and began taking off Lexa's armour.
"Clarke, your people's blood worked. That means some Mountain Men were cured. Some of them are still out there and could attack any second." Lexa slightly flinched away when Clarke's arms wrapped around her and began tracing circles under her breasts.
"There are a few men out there. Most likely no more than ten. We have 12 clans, Lexa. 12 clans." Clarke said slowly as she rested her head on Lexa's back.
"Clarke, stop touching me please." Lexa said removing Clarke's hands. The blonde raised her brow at the brunette and spun her around. "What is it you want?"
"Am I not allowed to touch my girlfriend now?" Lexa sighed at the hurt in Clarke's voice and pulled her into her chest.
"You are, however, not there." Clarke had confusion her eyes as she pulled away from the hug and searched Lexa for any injures.
"Why not? Are you hurt there?" Lexa shook her head and grabbed a glass of water from the table. Clarke moved forward and brushed her fingertips against her ribs again causing Lexa to move back once again and walk over to the bed as she began undressing. The blonde followed her and wrapped her arms around Lexa to tickle her ribs again. Her eyes went wide with amusement and shock as a squeal left Lexa's throat.
"Clarke! Stop it!" Lexa said furiously as she put on a tank top and lay down on the bed with closed eyes.
"Oh my god! You're ticklish!" Clarke screamed out as she jumped onto Lexa and began tickling her. Lexa erupted in a chocked laugh as she tried to push Clarke off of her.
"I COMMAND YOU TO STOP!" Clarke let out a loud laugh as she continued tickling her ribs.
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"Commander." Raven greeted Lexa as she walked into Mount Weather with Clarke. "Hi there, Princess." She said with a grin.
"Hi there, Mechanic." The blonde pulled her in for a hug as Lexa narrowed her eyes slightly at the intimate contact. They have decided to have a feast today at Mount Weather to celebrate their win once again. Everybody was already seated waiting for the Commander and Clarke to arrive. They both sat down; an indication that they may begin eating and chatting. Halfway through their meal Clarke decided to quickly move her hand to Lexa's ribs. She was fast but not fast enough as Lexa grabbed her arm with a glare.
"Do not even think about it, Clarke." Lexa said in a harsh whisper. The blonde covered her mouth to stop herself from giggling. "Clarke, this is not a laughing matter. Doing that will show my people that I am weak."
"Oh relax; they know you're not weak. Come on, you kill Cage with your bare hands." Clarke said as she moved her hand back which was slapped away once again.
"If you try to touch me again I will have to punish you." Lexa said in a low and husky voice with a smirk on her face. Clarke grinned and slowly reached her hand again.
"Punish me." Lexa growled as she excused them from the table and went to another floor.
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