Humming Bird Lexa/You/Clarke story

Unwanted Guest

Clarke's pov:

After hours of stormy debates, the list is comprised and on its way to both the fighters of skaikru and grounders. 

Currently, I am eating lunch with Lexa on one of the logs in the main clearing. She's watching the sky and I am watching her hair intertwine with a small breeze; the rise and fall of her chest; the stretch of her neck as she looks up. I know we have a rule against necks, but there are just times when I wish I could mark it as mine. I bite my lip trying to not show how horny I am.

I look around the clearing to distract myself, pausing when I see Y/n's tiny tent. I turn back to Lexa, "when your done eating do you want to go check on Y/n with me? I'll need help holding her down while I rub more leaf balm on her wounds." Lexa swings her eyes down from the sky onto me, her green orbs slightly dark. I bite my lip as I notice the lust, her face still stern as we are outside. She gives me a nod and sucks in her lips, her jaw tense. 

I finish up my sandwich and wait for her to be done. As she eats I watch the wind glide through the trees that surround the clearing. I close my eyes and take a deep breath as the fall air settles. I feel a hand rub my thigh and open my eyes to see Lexa with a mischievous sparkle in her green orbs. I roll my eyes and grab both of our plates to bring back to the kitchen and get washed, making sure to sway my hips a little extra as I walk.

I drop them off in the basin and say a few hellos to Monty and Maya, who wave back to me and continue their conversation. As I get back to the clearing I notice that Lexa is not on the log anymore. I peer around the passing crowds but see no sign of her. Thinking she may have gone to Y/n's tent I make my way across the clearing. I enter through the small flap and sure enough, I see my girlfriend sitting on the stool by Y/n's desk. No sign of Y/n.

I bite my lip as I make my way around, trying to find any hints or notes that she may have left because she knew I was coming sometime this afternoon. "Could she have gone back to the river?" I jump a little as I hear Lexa's voice in my ear, her arm snaking around my waist. I lean my head back as she nibbles my earlobe, my hand finding her hair. I let out a small moan, but then snap out of it and step away. My hand on my girlfriend's chest.

"Not yet, we need to make sure Y/n is okay." She lets out a frustrated sigh and nods, "Ya okay okay. So do you think she went back to the river?" I tilt my head thinking, "I did put a lot of the sticky leaf balm on her last night." I grab her hand and make my way out of the tent and to the woods. 

Y/n's pov:

I lean my back against the cold dark rock and let my legs drift in the water. Sand rubs against parts of my butt and thighs. I shift my thighs, allowing more sand to stick 

I reach for my knapsack that is above my head on the rock, pulling it a little closer by the straps. I grab my journal out from the front pocket along with my pen and remaining ink. I will stay here until the edge of the pain disappears and on the way back I will make sure I grab more inkberries. I turn back and lean against the cool rock once more. Feeling its chill sink into my skin. I open my journal to a new page and start to draw the bend in the water before me, my legs gliding underneath the current. 

I hear rustling and look up to a few bushes across the river. A small baby doe makes its way to the bank of the river, bending down and taking a few licks of the current. I quickly sketch out the doe, capturing the strange mangled black horns it has on its head and the stump it has for one of its hind legs. 

The baby doe freezes. I take this opportunity to finish up the small details of its fur, trying to get all its little spots. It runs away as I finish up what I can remember. Only stopping when I feel something cool against my neck. I turn my head slowly placing my pencil in my journal and putting it on the bank beside me. I see a face of a young pale man in a bubbled up radiation suit immediately recognizing him as a mountain man. Fun.

I breathe slowly, knowing that if he knows I am skaikru he would have taken me without another thought. He is only hesitating because he thinks I am a grounder who may have a weapon. Or he's checking out my almost naked body. Yup. That's a thought. I look at the river and roll my eyes.

"Ai laik Y/n kom Trikru," I speak as fluently as possible, trying not to give my native tongue away. No response. "Gyon mounon (get on mountain man)." Still no response, but the pressure on my neck increases. He pulls me to my feet. The pressure on my neck growing. I try my best to look uninjured so as to not allow him to think he has the upper hand. He pulls me past the rock. I calmly glide my hand on the surface, taking my blade in between my fingers and resting it against my palm to keep it hidden.

He turns to the forest and stops. I stare directly at the faces of Lexa and Clarke, my jaw tensing. I am never going to hear the end of this. I bite my lip as he pierces the skin of my neck with the pressure. Controlling my breathing as I look up to the trees and watch a beautiful bluebird fly. I hate how weak I am. I wish I could fly as beautifully as that bird. I take a gasp as he slides the pressure a bit over my skin. My hands by my side in fists. I readjust my blade in my hand and look at Lexa. Our eyes meet and I divert mine to my hand, making sure she can see the shine of the blade. I see a slight nod, her face tense flexing with anger. 

She steps forward and the pressure on my neck pierces further into my skin. I quickly bring up my blade and stab his bubble suit, slipping to the ground and out of his grasp while he's in shock. I crawl away slowly so I do not put a ton of pressure on my leg. I put my hand on my neck and press firmly on the cut. I feel the warmth of my blood cover my hand. I am not dying as a science experiment. 

I crawl over to the rock with my knapsack and lean on it to help me up. I hear distant grunts and a low scream followed by a thud. Silence. I continue to lean on the rock trying to control my breathing.

I tense as I feel hands on me, "hang on Y/n, we got you."