When We Meet Again (The 100 Season 6 Clexa fanfic)

Chapter 9: More Than Anything

**Quick note!

I thought my readers might enjoy a little playlist of the songs I listened to while writing each chapter, so here are the songs for this one: Time - Mikky Ekko, Like a Funeral - Erik Jonasson, Lost Without You - Freya Ridings, Diamond - Bandit Heart, Surrender - Natalie Taylor, Where's My Love - SYML.

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Forcing her eyelids to part, Lexa awoke from her deep slumber.

It was a welcome surprise to be waking at all, after years living in the blank nothingness that came with being stuck in the Flame. The only time she felt any reprieve was when she finally stepped into the light, began living in the corner of Madi's mind. It wasn't much, but it was enough.

Actually, now that she had experienced what is was like to be alive again, Lexa wasn't so sure it was enough after all. Perhaps she had just convinced herself it was, because any other alternative wasn't an option. Now, though, having been in Clarke's arms again, she couldn't imagine going back to that existence.

The warmth seeping into her body from Clarke's presence on the bed beside her was almost enough to suppress a sharp pain that lingered in her head. Just a headache, Lexa told herself. Something that everyone suffered from after big events. A mere side effect of being resurrected.

Her thoughts were interrupted as Clarke stirred, her arms stretching up and over her head causing the black sheets to dip just low enough for Lexa to catch a glimpse of the peaked nipples that had Lexa biting her lip.

There was more to life than just being sexually intimate, Lexa knew. But, it was an added perk. Especially when the gorgeous specimen beside her was practically glowing against the dark bedspread, her lightly-tanned skin a glorious contrast against the room's absurd colour palette.

Both girls had turned to face each other now, laying with their heads on the silken pillows and their hands outstretched in the empty space between them.

Should she speak? Maybe. But what if this wasn't real, was all just a dream? Either way, she had to know.

"Hi," Lexa whispered.

"Hi," Clarke mimicked. Though, where Lexa's voice was light and breathy, Clarke's was a sensual growl that had Lexa pressing her thighs together.

Sheets ruffled as Clarke shifted closer, her arms snaking around Lexa's back to draw her in until their bodies were aligned.

In this moment of undisturbed quiet, Lexa allowed herself to take in Clarke's utterly exquisite face. Her eyes were a deep blue, not one that resembled the sea, but one that reflected the sky after a storm. Suitable, Lexa thought, given where Clarke came from. She continued to survey her love's features until her eyes snagged on one random detail she'd been oblivious to earlier.

"What?" Clarke asked with a smile.

"You cut your hair."

"Really? That's what you choose to comment on after everything that's happened in the last day?"

Lexa giggled, the sound of a love-addled fool. She mentally scolded herself for it, but at the same time couldn't bring herself to regret it. After all this time, she was actually allowed to exhibit things she once considered to be obscene, juvenile behaviours. "I like it."

"Good. It's not like I could grow it out overnight if you didn't like it."

"It's not like you would even if I wanted you to."

"Touché." Clarke paused, her brow furrowing in thought as her eyes met Lexa's. "I would, though. I would do anything for you."

Lexa placed a gentle hand on Clarke's bare hip, stroking slow, smooth circles over the soft skin there. "If you'd felt that way from the start things might have turned out a lot differently for us."

"Lexa—"

"I understand, Clarke. Really, I do. You were still getting over Finn, your feelings took longer than mine to reveal themselves. I'm just saying that... Well, we might have had more time together, that's all."

"Are you saying you felt that way from the beginning?"

Lexa huffed a laugh. "Of course not. Clarke, when I first met you it was because Skaikru and the Grounders were enemies. I thought you were a threat. But, I will say that from that very first moment, I knew there was something special about you. I knew you were special. Most people I had met feared me—but not you." The pain in her head increased as her thoughts churned. "I thought we were bound to be sworn enemies, even if you were the most beautiful girl I had ever seen."

A tension seemed to thicken the air, to pull an invisible string taut, the one connecting Clarke and Lexa.

"But, after I learnt what a stubborn, relentless—" Lexa halted as Clarke playfully smacked her shoulder. She kissed her hand before continuing,  "Driven, courageous, selfless person you were... I knew I had fallen."

Whatever tension had existed before was obliterated as Clarke leaned in, kissing Lexa slowly. Once, twice. Her teeth grazed against Lexa's bottom lip before pulling away, sending Lexa's toes curling.

"Now that Titus, Polis, the commanders in my head... Now that they're all gone, there's nothing stopping me from wanting what I want. And what I want more in anything in this world—or the one we left behind—is to be with you."

"You want that more than anything?"

"More than anything."

A mischievous glint lit up Clarke's stare. "Even more than your beloved candles?"

"Clarke!"

"I'm sorry, Lex, but it's true. You're obsessed with those damn things."

All traces of humour vanished from Lexa's face, yet an adoring smile remained. "What did you just call me?"

Crimson bloomed on Clarke's cheeks, her gaze landing everywhere except Lexa. Was Clarke being...shy? Lexa brought her free hand to graze Clarke's chin, tilting it up so their eyes met. "I asked you a question."

"Lex." The way she said it sent a bolt of heat straight to the apex of Lexa's thighs.

The former commander leaned in, placing a firm kiss on Clarke's collarbone. "Say it again. Louder."

With a shuddering sigh, Clarke breathed, "Lex..."

Lexa trailed a line of kisses along Clarke's neck and down her chest until her lips met the supple skin of Clarke's breasts. Her tongue whipped out, mapping the expanse of those breasts, coaxing soft gasps out of the almighty Wanheda. The hand that had previously been on Clarke's hip now moved to press her thighs apart, seeking out the wetness she knew she would find.

But before she got the chance, Clarke was pulling back, pushing Lexa's hand away and sitting up in the bed.

"What's wrong?" The concern in her voice was audible.

"Nothing."

Lexa raised a brow.

"I mean it. Nothing's wrong, Lex," She added as if to emphasise her point. "But," Clarke said pointedly, "as much as I would love to stay in bed with you, there are some people we probably need to see."

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**Hello fellow Clexa fans! Hope you're enjoying the story, I'm incredibly apologetic for leaving so long between the last update and this one. This chapter was actually meant to go in a very different direction, but I'm a sucker for the soft scenes!

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