Our Journey (the Fourth Book in the Her Weakness series)

Chapter 19

Lexa's POV (You're welcome)

We dance long after we have finished singing the words from the song. The butterflies eventually get used to our movements and a few even land on us, creating an even more romantic moment.

A couple of hours after we began dancing, Clarke pulls back slightly and rests her forehead against mine. "Let's go back to the cabin," she murmurs. "I want to see you wearing your ring."

I smile and kiss her cheek softly. "Of course, hodnes (love)."

Clarke squeezes my hand and reluctantly pulls further away from me so we can pack up the picnic. We move quickly, eager to be touching each other again, even if that means just holding hands. I carry the basket while Clarke carries the folded up blanket, leaving my left and her right hand free.

I take her hand in mine and we walk side by side, our arms brushing every couple of paces as we make our way back towards the cabin. It seems to take longer, probably because we're both so eager to get there.

I hold open the door for her and then go through the drawer to the bedside table. It does not take long to find the box. I take it out and turn around to see Clarke is already here, watching me curiously. I hold out the ring box to her and she takes it with a confused expression.

"I would like you to be the one to put it on me for the first time." I explain, smiling wider when Clarke practically melts at my words.

Clarke carefully opens the ring box and gasps softly, her eyes wet. "It's beautiful."

"Mochof (thank you)."

Clarke carefully takes the ring from the box and walks closer to me, putting it on the correct finger with the utmost care. She slides it up and then reaches out with her hand with her ring to take mine. Clarke lifts our hands up into our line of sight, a gentle expression on her face.

"Should yours be on your left hand?" I ask.

"Hmm?" Clarke asks, looking as though she is snapping out of a daze.

"I am not entirely sure of SkaiKru's traditions. But if I am right handed and it is on my left, should yours be on your right? Or should mine be on my right, so they are both on our dominant hand?" I question.

Clarke blinks. "I, um. I don't know. Whatever we feel most comfortable with, I guess. I think it was a thing created by and for right handed people, since there are much more of them than left handed people."

I hum in understanding. "We both can go through life as we normally would and decide whether it is comfortable where they are. Perhaps we should do some hand to hand combat training and train with swords, make certain it will not impair our ability to fight."

Clarke nods. "Sounds good to me. But tomorrow."

"Of course," I agree.

"Lexa? Is everything that needs to be put away, put away?" Clarke asks, taking another step towards me.

I swallow and nod. There is scarcely an inch of space between our bodies. Not that I am complaining. Clarke's smile grows from something soft and loving to something almost predatory that makes a shiver run down my spine.

"Good. Now Lexa. Take me to bed." Clarke practically purrs, her hands tangling in my light sweater to pull me even closer.

I nod and comply, guiding her another couple of feet until the back of her legs are pressed against the bed. She smirks at me and begins taking off her own clothes, but my gentle hands stop her from doing so. Her worried gaze meets my eyes.

"Are you okay? Do you not want to do this tonight? We can just cuddle if you would like." Clarke says earnestly.

"I am fine. I just wanted to do this myself." I murmur.

Clarke's eyes darken once more but the soft expression does not leave her face as I slowly and reverently take off her clothes, kissing every beautiful inch of skin that is revealed. This, this is what I wanted. Tomorrow we can be rougher or more frantic if we want to. But tonight, tonight we got engaged. It is a time to make love, not jok (f*ck), as the Skaikru girls so elegantly put it.

By the time I am finished, Clarke's breathing is faster, as is her heartbeat. I lean in to kiss her and while I am distracted, she flips our positions. Now, I am leaning against the bed while Clarke stands before me. She keeps exerting gentle pressure on my chest and I comply, sitting down on the bed and looking up at my beautiful goddess in awe.

Her expression gentles further when her eyes meet mine and she repeats my movements, slowly taking off my clothes and kissing every inch of skin that is revealed. Clarke, of course, is a little less patient than me, and goes a bit faster than I did. I love ever second of this worship just the same.

By some unspoken agreement, I make my way to the center of the bed and lie on my back. Clarke gets on the bed and hovers over me. Our hungry eyes take in each other's naked bodies. We have seen each other like this many times, but each time is just like the first.

Each time my heart goes to my throat and whenever we are going slow like this instead of some of our faster, rougher times, Clarke will occasionally tease me because I will inevitably either have tears in my eyes or cry silently. It is still overwhelming, knowing that she loves me and wants me. Tonight, both of us are teary eyed. Both of us are crying silently. The difference is, tonight we both have dopey, love-filled looks on our faces as we gaze at each other.

We are engaged, she is to be mine and I am to be hers. Officially. And tonight marks the first moments of the rest of our lives together.

Clarke and Lexa are soulmates, confirmed! :D That was... So sappy. I love it! And I'm like 99% sure that's the closest I've ever gotten to writing smut. Next chapter, it's the morning after! And if we get to it, Raven and Octavia's responses ;) There will probably (definitely) be screaming. Maybe crying. We'll see! Thank you all for reading and for your amazing comments! Stay awesome!