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

Chapter 17: Marry Me?

Lexa sat up, the metal bed frame beneath her groaning and shrieking under her weight.

Wait—a bed? Why was she on a bed? Where was she? The last thing she could remember was—

"Hey, you."

Clarke.

Lexa turned her head slowly, afraid that this was all a dream. If it was, though, why wouldn't she be in Polis, instead of this dark room with metal panels serving as walls?

"Is this real? Where...where are we?"

The love behind Clarke's smile made Lexa forget herself. Her cheeks had regained their familiar, lively, crimson bloom, and her eyes were no longer burdened by tears.

Clarke rose from her position at the foot of the bed, moving until she was sitting beside Lexa on the surprisingly plush mattress. Lexa was afraid to touch her, to shatter whatever illusion was allowing her to see Clarke again.

"Yes, it's real." Lexa remained unconvinced. "Look down."

Her eyes raked down her body, landing on a small bandage on her forearm. "What's this?"

With delicate hands, Clarke reached out to her, carefully unwinding the small strip of fabric. Once she had removed it, Lexa marvelled at the sight.

Droplets of black blood had crusted on her arm, on the bandage. The blood of a commander, the  blood of who she used to be.

"I don't understand. I was dead, how did you—"

"You weren't dead. Close to," Clarke ran a hand through her hair, revealing every aspect of her devastatingly attractive face, "but we managed to get to you just in time. I used my blood to save you."

Lexa battled a smile. She lost. "The Commander of Death saved a life? I think we need to give you a knew name."

Clarke slid closer to Lexa, taking her hand and interlacing their fingers. "Point taken. What about you, though? 'Leksa kom Trikru'. The clans don't exist anymore, so maybe you need a new name too."

Lexa didn't feel the pang of agony she thought she would at remembering her home was gone. Instead, she only felt relief at the fact that she was still alive. She was real, Clarke was here, and she was a nightblood again.

"Any suggestions?" Lexa asked.

"How about..." Clarke took a deep breath before continuing, "Lexa Griffin..?"

Lexa's brows drew together. "That's your name, though."

Clarke rolled her eyes playfully, even as she let out a nervous laugh. "I know, silly, that's the whole idea."

"I don't get it."

"You're making my romantic gesture become a whole lot more confusing than it has to be."

"Romantic gesture?"

With her free hand, Clarke took out a small metal loop from her breast pocket, sliding it onto Lexa's finger. "I don't know how people do this in the grounder culture, so just go with it."

Despite having no clue as to what was going on, Lexa felt her heart begin to swell, the object on her finger a delightful presence that sent uncontrollable sparks of love flitting through her veins.

"From this day forward, I never want to be parted from you. I want you, me and Madi to be a family. Forever. Even if the world goes to hell and we're all banished to a place of darkness, I want to go there with you. I love you, Lexa. And I would very much like it if you would marry me."

Lexa's heart stopped altogether. "Marry you?"

"Oh, god, you don't know what that means, do you? I should have explained it first—" Lexa tackled Clarke backwards onto the bed, showering her with small, teasing kisses. Playful, light touches that were promises of happiness and love.

Clarke gazed up at Lexa, her face now the one laced with confusion. "What's going on right now?"

Lexa chuckled, sitting up astride Clarke's legs. "I know what marriage is, Clarke. I just didn't know about the name thing," Lexa waved her left hand through the air, twiddling her fingers, "or the jewellery thing."

Clarke sat up, too, her lip caught between her teeth. "So that's a...yes?"

Lexa let her face light up into a beaming smile as she said, "Yes. A million times, yes!"

With their hearts bursting from unconditional love, the two girls wrapped themselves in each other, until all of their clothes were gone and they couldn't tell where one ended and the other began.

As they pleasured each other, delighting in their bliss, Lexa finally understood what it was to live for love.

~

"Clarke?"

"Yeah?"

"You never answered me before."

Clarke sighed as she rolled over in the sheets, resting her head on her hand. "Actually, I think I answered you in many, many, ways. There was 'Oh, Lexa', 'Please, yes', 'Don't stop', 'Right there', 'Keep going', 'Faster, harder—"

Lexa covered Clarke's mouth with her hand, laughter pouring from her lips. "I don't mean that!" She removed her hand after Clarke nipped at her skin. "Though, I did enjoy wringing those sounds from you."

Clarke moaned in response.

"But, what I meant was: where are we?"

Clarke's smile was nothing short of radiant as she said, "Do you want to see?"

Lexa nodded.

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