UnderStanding (Clexa)

Chapter Twenty-Four

The Ark – Unconscious Protector

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A tickle on her cheek wakes her. A smile takes over her usually stoic face without even opening her eyes. She feels content, warm and loved and all she can do is tighten her arms around the body snuggled on top of her own. She goes by feeling alone, nuzzling her nose into soft hair and presses a kiss on Clarke's forehead. The light sigh she earns in return causes her heart to speed up ever so slightly, happiness enveloping them. This is what bliss feels like. Lexa smiles again, breathing deeply and letting sleep claim her once again.

She's not sure how long they continued to sleep for but it's a light tapping just outside the room that wakes her. They are still very much in the same position, Clarke at her side with one arm and leg thrown over her, a hand cupping her neck and holding her in place. She tries to move gently so as not to wake the blonde in her arms, but given their position on the small bed, Lexa knows it is useless. She will wake her if she moves, and the blonde's grip tightens and Lexa knows getting up isn't going to be an option. She gathers her emotions and calls towards the door. "Enter."

The door slides open and Echo slowly steps inside and stops the few feet away from them. A smile graces her face, even as her eyes widen in a bit of shock. Lexa assumes it's from their position, that she is allowing them to be seen in such a state, but she can't be sure.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, Heda, but Abby was planning to speak with Klark, and I didn't want her barging in on you unannounced." Echo states her reason for being there; her eyes however are taking in the room and the various drawings Clarke had created.

"Thank you, Eko, I appreciate that," Lexa responds, watching her warrior's eyes as she glances around, but still comes back to them with a curious look upon her face. "What?"

Echo stills, shaking her head. "I'm sorry, I guess I'm just in awe of her power. The stories always said the Last Commander and their Kwin would be a force, but..." she trails off, watching as she said, in a state of awe.

Lexa furrowed her brow, not quite understanding. "It has been becoming clearer to me, that I am the last, and Klark my Kwin, but what do you mean her power? You speak of yesterday?"

Echo shakes her head and crosses her arms with a smirk in place, "You haven't noticed."

"Noticed what, Eko?" Lexa isn't in the mood for riddles this morning.

"Look around yourself and Klark, Heda." Echo replies softly.

Lexa eyes her for one more moment before looking down at Clarke cuddled against her and smiles. It's when her eyes begin trailing down their bodies that she realizes what it is that Echo is speaking of. Almost identical to yesterday, there is a soft white aura encompassing their bodies, hovering around them a few inches from their bodies. "I see." Her whisper is soft, her own eyes wide. "She still sleeps," she begins and stops, eyes darting back to Echo's.

Echo nods, "Even when she's blissfully unaware, she protects you, Heda." Echo smiles then, "You protect her in your waking hours when you are strong and she protects you when you are weakened or at night at your most vulnerable."

Lexa doesn't get a chance to respond, as the door slides open once more and Abby walks in, "Clarke?"

The door and the call of her name jerks her out of her slumber as Clarke sits up quickly, her palm resting on Lexa's chest, eyes hard towards the door. Unbeknownst to her, the previously soft aura round them has grown, stretching out away from their bodies by a couple feet, the white becoming whiter and thicker, pulsing with power.