Love And War

Princess

* I feel really bad for not writing in like weeks, so AUTHORS PRE WARNING I GUESS: ATTEMPTED SMUTSMUTSMUTSMUT -Language - SMUTSMUT and um... there's smut.*

Clarke hadn't heard from Lexa since their last...

Rendezvous.

It's been about two months of sideways glances and inaudible mumbles. Clarke was slightly confused.

Did she do something wrong??? Was Lexa mad??
Clarke had dated before, she had felt connections, but not quite what she felt with the Commander.

She felt protection, passion, the wanting.

Clarke definatly felt the wanting at the moment.

On all fours, Clarke was aimlessly scrubbing bloodied bedsheets.
She was suddenly brought to reality as a certain Raven Reyes entered the tent holding a bucket of metal parts clunking together.

Clarke didnt look up, since Raven had caught Lexa and Clarke that one day, shes been pursuing her on the matter ever since.

"So Clarke...." Raven began,

"Raven I swear to God, mention it, I DARE you."

Raven noisily plopped the bucket onto an empty medical bed and turned to face Clarke, hands on hips.

"Well Jesus princess, I was just gonna ask you about how fine the weather is!"

Clarke raised an eyebrow at Raven suspiciously.

"The clouds seem to be off the top today don't you think?"

Clarke rolled her eyes at Raven
"That sentence doesnt even make sense."

"Yea, I guess it doesn't make sense.... but then again alot of things dont make sense."

There was a moment awkward silence before Raven burst out into a hearty laughter, unable to control herself.

"Like, how the HELL is Lexa a top over you Griffin, I'd think you pull some Game of Thrones Daenaryus shit-"

"RAVEN!" Clarke screeched.

"ITS TRUE-"
"LEXA DOES NOT TOP AND THIS CONVERSATION IS SOOO OVER."

"OH SO YOUUUU PLAN TO TOP NEXT TIME?" Raven gasped, "THERES GONNA BE A NEXT TIME."

Clarke scrambled up about to put her fist into Ravens face, before a bulky looking soldier entered through the tent flap.

Clarke stopped, hand raised, and peered over.
"The Commander and company would like Clarke to attend a supply meeting."

Clarke shook hastily as the soldier saluted and left.

"Well the Commander would LOOOOOVE for you attend Clarke, better not dissapoint."

Clarke pursed her lips and stormed out, away from Raven who was seemingly dying of laughter.

Moments later, Clarke stood at the base of The Commander's text, getting somewhat of an anxious feeling.

She seen Lexa around camp, but never had an eye to eye convo in what seemed like years.

"Get over yourself Griffin." Clarke shook her head and entered confidently into the room.

Confidence dead. Shot down.
*Too Soon???*

There she was. Shocking green forest eyes, full lips, long brown hair that was finally let down.

Clarke mentally slapped herself.

"Clarke, glad you could join us in such haste."

Lexa motioned for Clarke to stand near her.
Awkwardly shuffling past the seven so people around the large center table, Clarke took her side by Lexa.