The One Who's Fallen

Chapter 45

I take in a breath as I wake up. I feel more content and relaxed than I can ever remember being. I'm still with Lexa, but we've switched positions in the night. We're spooning, and I'm the big spoon.

I hold back the urge to chuckle. The idea of the great Commander of the Twelve Clans being the little spoon is both hilarious and adorable. I rest my head against the back of her neck, not minding her hair in my face. Our legs are entwined beneath the covers.

Her right bicep is up and I look closely at her tattoo, something I've been dying to do. It's beautiful, and my fingers itch with the want to sketch it. To curb that urge (I really don't want to get out of bed), I run my fingers along the tattoo's lines, trying to memorize the designs.

Lexa starts moving slightly, so she's probably starting to wake up. I almost feel bad for causing her to wake up, but her face is too cute. Her nose scrunches slightly and she murmurs something in Trigedasleng too quietly for me to hear what she's saying. Lexa sighs quietly and squirms like she's trying to get closer to me. I hide my smile in her bare shoulder and move my hand from her tattoo to wrap around her.

"Clarke?" Lexa asks sleepily. I hum in response. "What time is it?"

"I don't know. I think I can hear breakfast being made."

Lexa grumbles quietly, turning around so her front is pressed against me. She blinks, looking into my eyes and smiling. "We should probably get up."

I groan unhappily, making Lexa chuckle. She kisses me gently, but pulls away way to quickly. She yawns and starts getting out of bed, grinning at me when I whine.

"We can kiss when we are both dressed." Lexa promises.

With that in mind, I get up and take off my pajamas and start putting on my armor. I can hear Lexa do the same. I finish faster than normal, waiting for Lexa to say she's done before I turn around. She's as beautiful as ever in her armor and I walk to her. I get so close that our noses are almost touching as I rest my hand on her hip.

Lexa has this loving look in her eyes that makes me want to just ignore the fact we literally just started dating yesterday and tell her I love her. I cup her jaw, lean in and kiss her. I still can't get over how right kissing her feels. It's gentle, a soft push and pull of our lips until we hear a throat clearing.

We pull away and turn to see an almost happy looking Indra in our tent. "Heda, breakfast is ready and the prisoners are getting restless."

"We will be out in a moment, Indra." Lexa says. Indra nods and bows her head to Lexa before leaving. "Clarke?"

I kiss Lexa's nose, delighting in how she blushes. "Alright, let's go."

Lexa takes my hand in hers. "Is this okay? Can we hold hands out there?"

She sounds both hopeful and nervous, so I kiss her again softly. "Of course we can."

Lexa smiles so brightly at my response it's almost blindingly beautiful. I marvel at the fact that our hands are perfect for each other. She's right handed and I'm left handed, so we can hold hands while we do things with our dominant hands. And my mind just went to the gutter... Bad Clarke. I mean, we could write side by side easily.

Lexa squeezes my hand happily and holds the tent flaps open for me. We sit on fallen logs that surround the campfire, ignoring Luna and Anya's smug looks when they notice our hands. The prisoners are seated on the opposite side, both looking miserably at our food as the guards hand breakfast to us. We have to release each other's hands in order to eat, sadly.

When we're finished, Lexa and I head over to the prisoners. We try to interrogate them, but either they're idiots, good at lying, or don't know anything. After two hours of questions and responses mainly consisting of "I don't know", Lexa and I release them.

The sexist one managed not to piss us off, mainly because when he was about to say something ignorant or insulting, he would get elbowed in the gut by the other one. Normally, I might've moved them apart to have an excuse to punch the sexist guy, but seeing him get elbowed so many times is extremely satisfying. We're talking dozens of times. I hope the Maunon have advanced medical care, because he might have internal bleeding after that much abuse.

They scurry off like rodents running away from a cat.

The scouts that went ahead this morning to see if there are any more Maunon along the road come back soon after they leave. Luna and Anya sent out three of them (we were still asleep when they left).

They come up to Lexa and I, bowing their heads. "Heda, we found no sign of them along the road."

Lexa frowns. "None?" That's odd. Especially since we captured two of their people. I mean, we let them go but still.

"None."

Lexa purses her lips and nods. "Mochof (thank you) for looking. Report this to Indra as well as Anya and Luna."

The three scouts bow again before moving towards where Luna and Anya are flirting, sitting on a fallen tree.

"I have a bad feeling about this." I admit.

"Me too." Lexa murmurs. "They are planning something, and it must be big if they do not bother watching us. We will be leaving their range too soon, so they must be planning on something on our way back or at TonDC."

I nod grimly. "What do you think they'll do?"

Lexa shakes her head and lets out a breath. "I have no idea. I dread the thought of finding out."

I had a great idea (at least I think so) while writing this chapter. I looked over my plans for some future chapters again and changed them... It'll be interesting, I can promise that! No worries, though! They'll be okay :) Thank you all for reading and for your wonderful comments! Stay awesome!