UnderStanding (Clexa)

Chapter Thirty-One

TonDC – Mourning after

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Their trip to the baths, while enjoyable and necessary, is brief. Lexa knows she has matters to attend to when she sees Indra eyeing her on their way out of the village. Clarke also knows she will be summoned to discuss further agreements with the Skaikru as well. Echo and Octavia were their escorts this time and as they re-enter the village, Lexa can't help but feel pride at her people. All of them that took notice of their arrival either bow their heads or give them their nods of support, with whispers of 'heda' and 'kwin' falling from their lips in reverence as they pass.

Clarke watches in awe, honestly expecting some good-natured jokes or jeering, something she expects of her own people considering they weren't exactly quiet in their lovemaking. Lexa assured her of course, that it was nothing to worry about, that love is supposed to be unrestrained and nothing is to be held back. Her people respect this and will not make it awkward. Clarke believed her of course, but she still had a lingering worry there would be something...

"Whoo hey Clarke, way to get your girl!"

"Nicely done commander! Clarke how are your lungs?"

...And apparently she is right in her worry.

Lexa pulls up short on her mare and dismounts quickly. Clarke barely has a moment to react before one of the original hundred, Peter she thinks his name is, and Bellamy are both flat on their backs. Lexa has her foot on Peter's chest and her sword aimed at Bellamy. If she wasn't so turned on by this display, she would normally intervene, but for now she's content to watch in awe with arousal flooding her body.

Lexa's body is relaxed but her voice is sharp and low as she growls out, "Hod yu rein daun." Mind your place. She looks between the two startled young men and her foot pushes down with more pressure on Peter's chest when he tries to sit up. "Set daun!" Stay down.

A small crowd has gathered now, Trikru and Skaikru alike watching to see what happens next, but no one is preparing to interfere with the commander defending the honour of her kwin.

"Tell me Bellamy of the Skaikru, is this how your people show respect to leaders? Is this how you respect someone you see as a friend and loved one, to disrespect them and their houmon? You and your friend dare to disrespect my wife, and to do so in public as well?" Lexa's eyes are blazing but her focus never leaves Bellamy's. "Ron ai ridiyo op." Speak true.

Lexa doesn't hear the gasp behind her and her focus doesn't break from the two below her.

"I'm sorry – we're sorry, we meant no disrespect commander." Bellamy speaks quickly and sincerely, eyes wide and darting from Lexa's to the sword pointed at his chest. He chances a flicker of a glance over to Clarke, to see her focus entirely on Lexa and fights to roll his eyes at her dreamy look. Instead he focuses back on Lexa, his hands rising in surrender and kicks at Peter with his leg.

"He's right, we're sorry. It was all in good fun." Peter tries, his body surrendering to the heavy heel of Lexa's boot. She considers them both briefly before raising her eyes to the sky briefly and turning her head slightly in Clarke's direction, but doesn't say her name. She doesn't need to. She can feel Clarke, she knows she's watching her; she feels her heat.

"Heda ste pis." The commander is angry, is heard and several eyes dart over to Octavia who just smirks and shrugs, looking at her brother.

"Ai na sen yu in, Octavia" I can hear you, Okteivia. Lexa says with a low and even voice, but she is heard and Octavia loses her grin. Sort of.