Humming Bird Lexa/You/Clarke story

Free Body

Lexa's pov:

I push Clarke out the door and stand in the tent for a while, almost forgetting that I am naked. I walk around the room to clean up. Make the bed. Fluff the pillows. Make sure there's no more dirty laundry on the ground. 

I get dressed and decide to go to train. I walk outside and look for a couple of free bodies. "Octavia!" I call. Maybe she knows where Indra is. She walks up to me as I make eye contact with Clarke's mom. I try to hide my smirk as I see her expression form on her face. I look at Octavia. She has an expression of concentration written on her face. 

"Yes, Heda." I look around the camp for Indra, feeling Octavia's questioning eyes flicker over me. I turn to face her.

"Do you know where Indra is?" She looks around, eyebrows furrowed down. 

"Sorry no," she looks back to me in question. I raise my chin to show security in my situation. "Is there anything I can help you with?" I look her in the eyes as I think if I should include her even without Indra. 

"I wish to train. Get some energy out. I wanted to face you and Indra at the same time." She nods in understanding and turns to look in the clearing.

"We could choose a free body. It would be nice to have more warriors to spar with. Even if they're not great now I can train them." She looks back at me after finishing her thought. I nod and look to the clearing for a free body. There are none of my warriors as most are hunting or guarding our grounds. The few free skaikru bodies include Clarke and her mother and a girl to the edge of the clearing, drawing. I point her out to Octavia. 

"Y/n? Ya, she could work."

We make our way over to her. As we approach, I realize that she looks familiar. I try to place her face as we approach. "Hey Y/nn," I look at Octavia in curiosity, her facial expression has slightly softened as we approached the girl. "You up to try sparring with us?" She pauses her drawing and looks up at us. I see that she has soft caramel brown eyes that glimmer in the sunlight. I watch her bite her lip as she looks between us, I can't help but bite my lip while I wait for her answer. Where do I know her from?

"Sure." She answers softly. I take in her stature as she gradually gets up. She has a very curvy body that her jacket hugs tightly. I see a small mark poking out from beneath the jacket on her neck. Her shoulders are wide, so she must have some history with upper body activities. 

"Weapons or no weapons?" I look at Octavia in surprise, not expecting Y/n to even have a weapon. I feel my interest and curiosity rise as we start to walk from the clearing. Her hair is tugged into a side braid, pulled opposite to the marks on her neck. A mesh of browns and blondes intertwine in the braid. 

"No weapons. Simply bodies today." She nods as we make our way into the nearby woods towards a more private area by the village.

I nod to a few trikru warriors and some of skaikru coming back from hunting. Each of them holding either a bloodied spear or a limp ruffled animal carcass.

Y/n trips on an overgrown tree root. I and Octavia catch her before she falls. I can't help but giggle at her cute clumsiness and her blush upon her round cheeks. I watch Y/n look down to the ground in embarrassment as we finally enter a small clearing. 

"Okay," Octavia goes to a stump and takes off her jacket, Y/n follows suit. I notice a shine from her neck and see a gold chain around her neck falling under her shirt. "So we're going to start off with the basics until you have a bit of the technique down." I pull my hair into a ponytail. It feels weird to not have it in braids. I look at Y/n's now exposed arms and see she has a bigger mark on her shoulder, it looks like a strange circle, like an abstract tattoo. I make a note to pay attention to her neck when she turns.

Octavia pulls Y/n out into the clearing. I see both of their faces hold concentration. Octavia starts to zone in her anger, while Y/n looks almost expressionless. "Okay, let's start and see what you got Y/nn." I stalk around the clearing watching them, keeping an eye on Y/n's neck. Both of their arms are lean. Octavia has a little more muscle than Y/n, but Y/n's legs are very well toned. 

"Make sure you breathe." 

I see Y/n nod to my statement. 

I watch both of their bodies as they fight. Octavia is aggressive, always making the first move while Y/n tends to stay in the defense.

Octavia leans on a punch towards Y/n's face. Y/n steps back and slips to the left. Her eyes watch the fist pass. Y/n thrusts a punch in Octavia's gut then slaps her with an open hand across the face. Octavia rocks slightly then steps back and steadies herself. The rage now etched on every cell on her face.

Octavia steps forward and crowds Y/n leaving little room for arm movement with punches. I watch the muscles in Y/n's shoulders tense as she waits for Octavia's next move. I look to the ground to watch their footwork. Octavia is very strong and sure of her feet, light but stoic. Y/n is light on her feet with a small bounce. Ready to move.

Octavia throws a half hook. Y/n blocks. She takes a chop at Octavia's stomach. Octavia reacts by punching down Y/n's hand and pulling her leg around Y/n's. Y/n tries to slip to the left but is taken off balance by Octavia's leg and falls to the floor. She grabs Octavia from behind the knees and buckles her down with her. 

They thrash. Both throwing punches. I start to make my way over. Stretching my arms and shoulders as I go. I hear a grunt as Y/n is forced to the floor. Octavia is straddling her body. With a few solid punches Octavia has Y/n squirming in slight pain. A deep slit bleeds from above her right eyebrow. I notice bruises forming on her arms that are now being held above her head. I notice an arrow mark on her inner left arm.

Octavia moves to hold Y/n's hands above her head with one hand while the other wraps around her throat. I see a slight panic flash on Y/n's face but it is soon replaced with no emotion. Indifference relaxes her eyes, the deep bags beneath her eyes now showing.

I pull Octavia off of Y/n and see her face come back to reality. The realization slips onto Octavia's face. Y/n lays on the ground, slowly getting up, she looks down to the ground, slightly unbalanced on her legs. She is favoring her left leg, her jaw clenched.

"Hey Y/nn, I'm so-" 

"Let's go again." I look at Y/n intrigued and put my hand on Octavia's shoulder. 

"I'll go." Octavia takes a few steps back. I see her look Y/n up and down. I notice a few bruises and cuts on her skin as well. I look at Y/n. "Let's go."