Humming Bird Lexa/You/Clarke story

Soft spot

Clarke's pov:

"You did a good job, Clarke." I hold Y/n's hand as she finishes up checking out the wound. "There is no need for stitches, and she has seemed to lost minimum blood." I watch Y/n's perfect jawline clench as she tries to not show any pain. Cute she's acting tough.

"You know, I think if you do the leaf balm cream for a couple of days and keep the bandages clean she should be as good as new." Y/n tries to get up but I calmly push her form back down on the table. "I can do it myself, Dr. Griffin. I really don't need any extra attention." My mom looks at me with a knowing look and shakes her head at Y/n. "Sorry Y/nn, I know your responsible and all, but I can't risk the possibility of you not putting enough on and it getting infected." I open a fresh bandage for my mom as she grabs the cream, "so Clarke will come to look at you 2-3 times a day and until it is cleared I forbid you to leave your tent." Y/n looks at me with suspicion as she listens to her temporary rules. I can't help but bite my lip at restricting her. I feel like she would be so much fun to tease and boss.

"Alright," my mom carefully places the bandage on the cut," you are free to go back to your tent. "Y/n slowly gets up and I help her off the table, putting the scarf fabric over her body once again. I help her move towards the tent and notice she is trying to hide a limp. I look at my mother and try to hide my amused smile as she rolls her eyes and nods at me to remind me to check on Y/n's knee. I nod my head then shuffle out of the tent behind the brunette.

I walk behind her as I watch her fail to calmly strut. The muscles of her legs moving in an unnatural rhythm as I'm sure her knee is hurting more and more. Concern flashes in my mind as I think of what could have happened to her if we hadn't gone to check on her. She could have gotten even more hurt or taken.

I rush up behind the small brunette and hug her and slightly pick her up under high protest. My head to the back of hers as I held her close. It would be horrible to lose such a mysterious and beautiful puzzle. I want to get to know her better, and I'm not letting anyone take that chance from me. I carry her to her tent, ignoring her slight whine to be let down.

We make our way into the small tent and I place her softly on her bed. I pull over her single chair and take off the scarf cloth to get a better look at her knee.

"Can you grab my journal from the table please." I nod as I move to grab it from on top of her bag, making sure to also grab the leaf balm cream.

"What did you do to your leg?" I start to rub the cream on her arms as she opens her journal. "Y/n..." she ignores my state so I lightly tap her swollen knee. "Ahh... why did you do that?" She looks at me with complete innocence in her voice, her face trying hard not to contort in the pain. I tap it again. "Ahh... CLARKE." I look at her with a challenging look.

"Does that hurt Y/n?" I watch her swallow hard and give me a suspicious look before she calmly shakes her head. "It's just a scratch." I raise my eyebrows, "oh really?," I poke it again getting another pained groan, "and how did you get this 'scratch'?" She shrugged her shoulders, "not a big deal, I'm just clumsy." She quietly mumbles and refuses to look at me. I feel myself melt a bit thinking of her strength falling and her being helpless. She feels a shift in the mood of the room and looks at me confused. I bite my lip at how much of a puppy she is.

"What?"

Lexa's pov:

"Alright Lexa, I'll tell Indra and the guards to keep their eyes open." I nod to him thankfully and make my way out of the eating clearing.

I walk through the main clearing and take a deep breath of fresh air. It's just before dusk and the majority of our hunters, warriors and guards were changing shifts and going about their daily tasks. I nod to a few warriors of both skaikru and trikru then make my way to my tent.

I pause outside to see that the light is not on so I turn to see that the light in Y/n's tent is on. I smirk and start to make my way over to the little tent.

I listen in trying to see if I could hear their conversation.

"What?" That's Y/n's raspy voice husking out. I can hear the confusion in her voice.

"I don't like thinking that you could be helpless. It worries me." There's a long pause after Clarke speaks. I am about to enter when I hear Y/n.

"Sorry, I don't mean to worry you." I feel my heart wrench a bit as I hear a small whimper escape with her raspy voice. Another pause and I take this as my time to enter, trying to keep a smile on my face so they don't know I was listening.

I slowly enter and nod at Clarke who pauses rubbing cream on Y/n to say hello. Y/n looks up to me to see what Clarke is looking at and I can't help but smile at the small pout on the young brunette's face.

"How are you feeling Y/n?" She shrugs her shoulders and mutters a fine. I watch her flinch in pain as Clarke lightly pokes her swollen knee.

"I look at Clarke questioningly and she holds her hand up to tell me to wait. "Y/n.. does your knee hurt?" She shakes her head. I look at Clarke confused then lightly poke the young girl's knee. She flinches again, but still refuses to say she's in pain.

I smile at her stubbornness and step back to allow Clarke to finish. I watch Y/n's jaw tighten as she tries to hide her pain. I go into the small storage box she has and get a tank and some shorts for her. She gladly takes the shirt, but we forced her to let us help her get the shorts on over her leg. After a bit of complaining and muffled whimpers Y/n is tuckered out and all set.

"Alright Y/n, remember my mom said not to leave this tent and with that knee, I recommend you don't leave this bed." She pulls the covers over Y/n's body as she talks, making sure to keep her voice calm and tender. I smile at how sweet she is. "I will be checking on you at random tomorrow at least 3 times if not more," her voice suddenly changes to feisty and protective, "if you are not found in this bed there will be consequences." Y/n's cheeks burn red in embarrassment, I can't help but hit my lip at Y/n submissive state and Clarke's dominant state.

I feel a twinge if anger thinking about the mountain man trying to take her away from us and feel myself tighten my hands to a fist. Y/n looks at me concerned and reaches to lightly grab my wrist. She smiles innocently at me and I feel my anger melt away as I look at her brown eyes.

Why would anyone hurt such a beautiful human?