Love Bites

(M) Time heals all wounds•

Peace between Skaikru and Trigedakru was tentative at best, but under the Commander's careful direction, the two were becoming used to each other. The newly minted 13th clan was integrating well.
Skaikru's leader, a young woman known as Clarke, had been crucial in the planning.

In a show of trust in this time of peace and growth among the blending peoples, Trikru and Skaikru were sharing a camp. Under Heda's watchful eyes, Clarke nudged her people to play nice. At first, clear divisions were drawn, but given time, the clans began to mingle. New friendships were forged and Skaikru was cemented as one of Trikru's allies, and vice versa.
You were a young warrior, but an experienced one. The ground had always been your home, and you were proud to have once been part of Trikru, the clan the Commander was originally from. But your return was not taken well. Considering most people either thought you dead or knew you were the deadly assassin known to your clients and targets alike as the nameless murderer for hire who prowled the borders of each clan or trading post for a job. It was better to live like that than face Lexa after what had happened. Better her think you dead.
It hadn't always been like that though.
In fact, she had been one of your close friends when the two of you were young. After she had been taken away to train and ready herself for the Conclave, you had decided to do the same, honing your skills and earning the respect of the elders as well as neighboring clans. Your drive and innate talent were incredible. Years passed and your battle prowess grew. Spectators described your attacks on the battlefield as 'hypnotic, dancelike'. When you fought, everything else tended to fade into the background.
Then one year, a few weeks after your 18th birthday, quite a while before the 13th clan fell from the sky, Heda came back to settle some dispute among the hunters. Anya had called in her old second to avoid having to kill both sides.

After dealing with the issue, the Commander had decided to revisit her favorite places in the village. She had found herself watching in on the training ring in the center of camp. A few of the younger kids were sparring, but the real show was you and your opponent. One of Heda's own guards had heard about you and scoffed when he realized the legendary fighter he'd expected was only little ole you. Lexa watched as you sent him flying with minimal effort. After the guard had attended to his bruised ego and mortification upon realizing she had been watching, the two of you eagerly caught up.
Gangly little Lexa had grown to be a strong and lean woman. Very beautiful too. She spoke to you about the pressures of ruling a tenacious people, but how rewarding it could be.
You found yourself wanting to be nearer to her, wanting to see her smile. Everything about her intrigued you. You wanted to know more. And unknowingly, it began.

She'd become dangerous. You didn't see it until much later, but it was true. You two talked of dreams and the years that passed. You managed to draw smiles and a few rare laughs from her. A flutter in your chest started up whenever those green eyes met your own.
As you led her about your favorite hunting spots she'd pulled you in for a passionate kiss that left you breathless and dazed. The teenager in her had finally shown itself. You'd kissed her back, winding your fingers in her unbound curls and moaning when she'd pressed your body to hers against a tree. She'd brought out the teenager in you too. Despite the two of you actually being teenagers, you'd never had the chance to act like it.