When Ground Met Sky

Your Commander

Lexa's POV

"Put her in my tent"

"Heda..."

"The Ski People are our friends. We have established an alliance, Clarke is no longer a prisoner. Once she wakes up I will allow her to pick a tent if she wishes." I gave him a look that sent him into silence.

The guards carried a sleeping Clarke into my tent and glanced to me questioningly before laying her down on my bed. Her hair fell in her face as they set her down and I had to fight a strong urge not to brush it behind her ear.

"That will be all" I said quickly, simply wanting them to leave.

"Heda, may I have a word?" Gustus looked at the other guards signaling for them to leave. They quickly disappeared behind the tent flap.

"Gustus, this is none of your concer-"

"Heda, I know how you feel about Clarke. You look at her like she's always in danger, like you're ready to kill anyone who comes near her. A guard stepped closer to Clarke today and your hand was already on your dagger."

I hung my head in shame. I thought I was concealing my emotions. Hiding them behind my war paint as I always have, glazed eyes and a clenched jaw.

I tried to speak. To prove him wrong. My mouth opened and closed but no words escaped my lips. I felt my stomach tighten.

"You are very important to me Heda. I want you to be happy but Clarke will put this coalition in danger."

"The coalition or me Gustus?"

"You are the coalition Heda."

He stared into my eyes for a second. There was no venom in his words. No hate in his eyes. Concern laced his tone and his eyes welled with worry. He had always been a father figure to me and I knew he would never hurt me.

"Your intentions are pure Gustus. I have heard you and I will take your words of guidance into consideration."

"Mochof Heda" [Thank you Commander] He turned and silently pushed the tent flap aside. Leaving me alone in the tent except for a sleeping Clarke.

"The cracks let the light in" I assured myself aloud.

I desperately wanted to crawl into bed and sleep with Clarke, but my head was full of thoughts. It was as if the former commanders were willing me to resist the beautiful blonde.

I decided to sit at the table and organize my thoughts. I put my elbows on the table and my head in my hands. What was I doing? When was the last time I trained? Met with the ambassadors? Maybe Gustus is right, Clarke is compromising my ability to lead my people.

My mind instantly went back to that moment in the woods, her against the tree. Her eyes were willing me to kiss her, desperately. The way she looked up at me. How her lips parted slightly.

I was going over exactly what had happened in my mind. I pushed her against the tree. Did she want it? She pushed her hips into me. She wanted it.

A small whimper like sound came from the other side of the tent. I turned quickly searching for the source. Clarke was curled into a ball, her hands gripping the furs. Her featured were strained, her eyes shut tightly.

"Clarke..." I whispered quietly.

She muttered inaudible words and went into a even more uncomfortable position. She looked as if she was in pain.

I put my hand on her shoulder trying to wake her gently. "Clarke, wake up."

"Lexa"

"I'm here Clarke, what is it" I brushed a piece of hair behind her ear gently.

"Lexa!" She screamed my name loudly and the guard outside laughed and mumbled something to the guard next to him. My face flushed red.

"Clarke be quiet!" I put my hand on her shoulder in an attempt to completely wake her. She was between a dream and reality.

"Lexa please" she grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward her. My knees hit the edge of the bed.

"Clarke I can't"

"I'm scared" she whispered the broken words in my ear. I put my knee on the bed and inched closer to her. Giving in to her constant tugging I laid down next to her.

She turned around and pressed up against me. My face was buried in her beautiful blonde hair. My arm instinctively wrapped around her waist. Her muscles relaxed at my touch and she tangled our legs together.

"What did you dream about?"

"You" she whispered the word so quietly that I wasn't sure I heard her right.

Her breathing evened and her body sank into mine. She was sleeping peacefully again. In my bed, between my arms.

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Whoosh

The sound of the tent flap woke me from my sleep. Clarke's spot was cold and empty. I wrapped my fingers around my dagger.

The figure moved quietly in the tent. Suddenly it came into view a few feet away from the bed. I sprang up quickly, blade meeting throat. I pushed the figure against the canvas of the tent.

Hands found my hips and played with the buckles on my vest. I pressed her harder against the tent, her hips pressed into me.

"You can take the knife off my throat now" Clarke whispered. A slight smile forming on her face.

I set the knife on the table and returned my hands to her waist, pressing her against the wall again. Was I really about to do this?

"Commander" Clarke pulled on my furs, "I see the way you look at me."

Yes, yes I was about to do this.

She unbuckled my vest and I let her slip it over my shoulders. It was dark in the tent and I could barely read her expression.

"Clarke, this isn't what you want" I backed away from her, "you can go home whenever you want. You are not a prisoner here."

"Lexa I want you. I want to be here, with you" she stepped forward and buried her face in the crook of my neck. I wrapped my arms around her.

"Clarke, I want you too" my hands slid down her body to her waist line. "Your people are coming tomorrow for dinner. When they leave if you are still in my bed then I'll be your commander." I smiled slightly and removed my hands from her waist line.

"You're teasing me" she bit her lip and slid underneath the furs.

"Maybe"

A/N: I promise to you guys on my clexa soaked heart that it will happen! :D