Scars to Your Beautiful (the 100 fanfic)

Chapter 43

As soon as Ryder opened the door to admit Rook with her arms laden with food and clothes, her eyes immediately sought out the two women left in her care. Her eyes filled with happiness and a smile spread across her face as she spied the two of them snuggled up with one another. Quietly thanking Ryder, Rook moved out of the way so he could shut the door.

Quickly putting the things in her arms down, she walked softly over to the sleeping women and sat gingerly on the cot. She watched with amusement as Clarke's nose twitched slightly, and a soft rumble escaped from the blonde. It was joined by a second rumble making Rook glance at Lexa, and she saw a small smile play on the brunette's lips.

Feeling her heart swell in happiness at the sounds, she reached out and gently moved a strand of Clarke's hair behind her ear before lightly tracing the curve of her face. This made the blonde's eyes slowly flutter open, and a pair of brilliant blue eyes peered out and at Rook.

"Hei," Rook spoke softly.

"You're back," Clarke mumbled, smiling up at her.

"Sha," Rook replied nodding. "I brought food and clothes. Are you hungry?"

"Starving," the blonde said and tried to sit up, but Lexa's arm tightened around her, keeping her in place. "I don't think someone wants me to move."

Rook grinned, which only widened when Lexa spoke up, "I am comfortable."

"But I'm hungry," Clarke whined playfully.

"Rook can feed you," Lexa replied matter-of-factly, her eyes still closed.

"I'm not an invalid," Clarke huffed, and Rook chuckled.

"And she can't eat with her face pressed into your chest, hodnes," Rook pointed out.

Lexa let out a groan and opened her jade eyes to glare at Rook, "Why must you always stop me from remaining comfortable, Rook?"

Rook chuckled and leaned over to give Lexa a chaste kiss before leaning back, "Because it is not just about you, Lexa."

"Of course, it is. Ai laik Heda," she replied but loosened her hold to allow Clarke to sit up.

"We know," Rook said, smiling as she helped Clarke lay against Lexa more comfortably.

As soon as Clarke was sitting outward against Lexa, Lexa leaned her head down and pressed her nose into Clarke's hair and inhaling her scent to memorize it. Rook just smiled before getting up and preparing two bowls of porridge for them. Clarke reached for her bowl eagerly, and Lexa realized that if she wanted to eat, their positions needed to change again. Huffing in irritation, Lexa relinquished her hold of Clarke, and soon both women were propped up against the wall and eating.

Rook made her own bowl and sat at the table, her eyes straying between the two women and the map of Mount Weather on the table. They ate in peaceful silence and each woman did nothing more than enjoy it.

"Where's Mom," Clarke asked, realizing that neither her mother nor the healer was in the hut.

Rook swallowed her bit of porridge before answering, "Your mother is still asleep in my cabin, Prisa. Do not worry; Sursha is watching over her. She is safe."

Clarke frowned into her bowl, "How?"

Rook tilted her head curiously, frowning slightly, which Lexa thought was adorable. Rook quickly straightened her head and childishly stuck her tongue out before saying, "I don't understand, Prisa."

Clarke sighed and looked up at her, "When I woke up after escaping Mount Weather, Mom had been asleep on my legs. After this attack, I can't imagine her leaving my side voluntarily any time soon."