Through the chaos and insecure state of the world, they found each other. A love born from the dregs of war. The air around them is charged and heavy, like lightening during a storm. Their shadows cross with the flicker of the campfire. The sounds of cheerful banter is but a whisper as their eyes reach into the depths of their souls, searching. Lexa's eyes flick down to Clarke's lips, just for a second. The movement is noticeable to only one. She bites her lip as Clarke's own turn upward into a smirk, Lexa turns away. Later, their lips connect, alone and away from prying eyes. Their love as strong and powerful as the people they command. Their hands wander, ridding the other of their clothing. Heda and Wanheda, unite once again. -- This will be a series of Clexa oneshots. They will not be in any particular order, all based from music.