Just Different (Camren) (G!P)

Chapter 14.

-Not Edited-

Clarke's POV

It didn't surprise me that I had woken up in some dark, empty room after we arrived from the lake a few hours ago. It didn't surprise me that I was suddenly becoming weak without Lexa because I've always felt that without those beautiful, green eyes in sight I feel lost. What did surprise me was that Lexa stood right beside my bed, with her own her hand gripping mine tightly, and those intense, emerald-green eyes looking straight into mine as if she has never seen such a sight. I feel my chest contract so painfully I let out a small moan, knowing her skin against my own was giving my cravings I couldn't do anything about.

"What hurts?" Her response is quick, standing up from the chair she had placed right by the bed. I stare up at her and I don't know if I should truthfully respond to her, knowing she'd feel upset and angrier than she was back at the lake. I decide to be honest with her, not wanting to lie about my own pain when I wanted some relief.

"My heart," I whisper, turning away for just a split second when her face falls. I don't mean to sound like I'm making her feel guilty or sound harsh but it was the complete truth. It was this constant pulsation, painful like someone was holding an iron to the organ.

"I wish I could help you," Lexa tells me, never letting go of my hand. I didn't understand why she felt so guilty about it, when it was I who was silently torturing both of us without marking her and claiming her as mine. I wanted to, I wanted her so badly but I couldn't have her without the execution of my mother. I've already lost my own sister.

"I want to Lexa," I whisper into the quiet room, meeting her broken green eyes. I can see the way her face falls slightly and her grip on me loosens up a bit, which makes me want to bring her in closer and embrace her tightly. "I want so badly, but it's so damn hard. I can't lose anyone else."

"I know," Lexa nods softly, taking a deep breath. My eyes roam over her features and I begin to wonder how I got so lucky. Lexa was gorgeous beyond anything to compare and my heart still beats just as hard as when we were children when I'm with her. Everything about her is simply perfect to me, and it hurts badly not to mark her as mine. "I just want to make you feel better, I hate seeing you like this."

I look up at her again when her fingers trail up from my stomach to my neck, entangling her fingers into my blonde locks gently. I feel her other hand cup my cheek softly, her thumb rubbing smooth circles over my skin. I let out a shaky breath and my eyes flutter close when I feel that familiar tingle run up my spine, and that familiar feeling of warmth and passion spread through every single inch of my body.

"Let me see you eyes, Clarke..." I hear her whisper. I let my eyes flutter open and my blue ones meet her enticing emerald ones with such intensity that it makes me shiver. It makes my heart pound so quickly that her eyes lower onto my chest, smiling softly when she notices the effect she has on me. I smirk slightly and feel my cheeks burn slightly.

"I'd make you feel so much better Clarke," I hear her mumble, running her hands over my sides before gripping my shoulders tightly. I can only watch and breathe heavier when I notice how close she's getting, sitting over the edge of the bed right beside me. I feel her hands slip over my breasts and I have to bite back any sound, furrowing my eyebrows tightly when she leans in all the way.

"God, Lexa, don't do this..." I barely whisper, tangling my hands into her hair when she blows air onto the mark she gave me as a child. It was barely visible and she seems to notice, lip curling as if she were about to growl out of pure frustration. It was clear that a child didn't know how to properly mark their mate and it was an amateur attempt at it, so she decided to take matters into her own hand.