The Girl from Nowhere

The week went by quickly, and soon it was time to go to Polis for the festival. Most of the Arkers came, Bellamy, Octavia, Abby, Kane, Raven Wick ,Echo, Jasper, Monty, Miller, Harper, they all came to celebrate this new peace, hoping it would be a lasting peace. And of course Clarke. Raven helped her pick out an outfit to wear. She wore a mix of grounder and Arkadia clothes. She wore her sword on her back as a ceremonial piece. She knew she looked good. She hoped she could catch Andes eye. She left her hair down because she knew Andes loved it down. She had black war paint around her eyes. Not too much, just enough to be striking. “You looking good girl, she’s not gonna know what hit her, “ Raven said with a wicked grin.
When they got to the celebration, Clarke took her place with the other clan leaders. Each had a special gift for the new commander. Clarke had a picture that she had painted, Andes on her gray horse, her short hair, her sword raised in battle, her dogs, all three, surrounding her on the battlefield, the sun rising, depicting a new dawn. She thought it was one of her best works and she hoped Andes liked it.
Each clan leader went to the new Heda and presented their gift. She was gracious to each of them, thanking them, talking about how important each was to the success of this new peace. She noticed Clarke as soon as she took her place in line. Her heart stopped. It felt like it stopped for a full minute. She was gorgeous, and Andes heart melted. She had to snap her attention back to the Lake clan leader, who was talking about Andes exploits on the battlefield. Andes thanked her for the kind words. When it was Clarke’s turn, she had to take a deep breath and control herself. Clarke approached, knelt before Andes, pledged the loyalty of the Skaikru, rose up and presented her gift. They locked eyes for a bit, and Andes had to look away, to accept Clarke’s gift. She knew it was a picture and she was sure it was a work of Clarkes. She unrolled it and her breath caught in her throat and her eyes filled up a bit. It was the most beautiful picture Andes had ever seen. She held it up to show it to everyone, all admiring the work. “Thank you Clarke kom Skaikru, this is truly beautiful.” Andes didn’t know what else to say, she hoped Clarke could see how much she loved it in her eyes as she looked back at her.
Clarke moved off and found Raven. “I think she liked it, don’t you?”
“Ya, she almost cried for god’s sake.” Raven put her arm around Clarke. “Now let’s go party.” And with that they joined in with all the people who were in Polis, crowds and crowds of revelers, celebrating the end of the war, and the beginning of new age. Clarke looked for Andes constantly. And every time she saw her, she couldn’t seem to catch her eye. She never sought Clarke out either, which was frustrating. She was avoiding her, she swore it. The night wore on, it was getting late, but everyone was still going strong, drinking, dancing, laughing. It was the happiest Clarke had ever seen anybody. She knew where Andes was at all times, she was extremely aware of her. She knew when she left to go back to her quarters. She watched her slip away, quietly, without fanfare. Clarke wanted to follow her, but just then Jasper and Monty pulled her out to dance with her. They were so happy that she had to oblige them. Clarke finally was able to pull herself away an hour later. She slipped into the tower to make her way up to Andes rooms. Andes made her quarters on one of the lower levels, not the top where Lexa had been. Clarke wandered around until she found them, the three guards outside the door giving it away. She approached and wondered if they would let her in. She had an awful thought for a brief moment, what if Andes had someone else in there with her? She almost turned around, but thought it was best to know that now, face it. Surprisingly, the guards stepped aside to let her into the room. She entered and looked around. Sampson and Midnight were there and came to greet her, wagging their tails. She bent down to hug them, apologizing for the loss of their brother, knowing they didn’t understand her, but saying it anyway. She stood up and looked for Andes. There seemed to be three rooms total, it was a large space. At first she didn’t see her, but as she moved further into the room, she saw her. She was sitting with her head on a table, sound asleep. Clarke wandered over and noticed that she fell asleep with a pencil in her hand. She looked at what she was drawing, and it seemed to be a layout of some buildings. She smiled at that, it looked like Andes was designing a village. Well, at least she was alone. At that moment, Andes seemed to sense her presence, as her eyes blinked awake, adjusting to the light in the room.
She picked up her head, “Clarke?” She thought she was dreaming at first, “Clarke? What are you doing here?” she asked sleepily.
Clarke leaned against the table, right next to Andes, crossed her arms and looked down at her, “you’ve been avoiding me all night, so I thought I would come and find out why?”
“I haven’t been avoiding you, “
“Yes, you have.”
Andes rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. She couldn’t bear to look at her, Clarke was so perfect right now.
“What are you working on?” Clarke asked.
“Oh, I want to build a school, so I was just sketching it out, getting some ideas down.”
“A school? Wow, it looks good.”
“Well, it’s not as good as you could do, but it’ll work for now.”
Clarke moved around to the other side of the table and sat down across from her. “How have you been?“
“Ok I guess. Lots of changes. How about you?”
“Ok too. “ Clarke was now a little unsure of herself. “I’ve missed you.”
Andes smiled that sad smile again, “I’ve missed you too.”
“It’s been months since we’ve seen each other.”
“Feels like forever.” Andes regretted that as soon as it was out of her mouth. Weak.
“I’m so sorry about Jaks. I’m so sorry.” Clarke’s eyes filled with tears now.
“It wasn’t your fault. He was protecting you, I wouldn’t expect anything less from him.”
“I know, but you asked me to take care of him, and I didn’t.”
“It’s ok Clarke, it’s ok.”
Clarke wiped at her tears, gathered herself. Andes had to close her eyes, she couldn’t see Clarke this upset and not go to her to comfort her. Clarke assumed Andes was tired when she saw her close her eyes. “I’m sorry, I guess you want to go to sleep now, you look beat.”
“It’s ok, you can stay for a bit.” Ai hod yu in. The elephant still in the room. She didn’t regret saying it, despite all the shit it caused. “We can talk if you like. I know you tried to talk to me last week, and I pushed you off. You can ask your questions now.” She said as she rubbed at the scar on the side of her face.
“Are you sure? If you don’t want to talk about it, I understand.”
“No, it’s fine.”
“Ok, why did you take the flame?”
Andes sighed. She knew Clarke wanted to know about the flame. And she knew specifically what she wanted to know about the flame. Lexa. The moment of truth she supposed. She knew she owed Clarke this information. It’s why Clarke carried the flame around for all those months; she knew Lexa was part of the flame.
“Well, like I said before, there really was no other way, I had to take it. To save you, to save everyone. I guess it was my destiny.”
“Did someone say the key phrase? Or did it just open up for you like before.”
“Murphy was there, he was going to say the key phrase, but it wasn’t necessary, it opened. I was lying on my stomach, and the chip opened and it burrowed inside me, into the back of my neck, just like you said. It was extremely painful at first. Like a hot poker into my brain, I thought my head was gonna explode. I actually thought I was going to die, but then, the pain suddenly stopped, and there was a blinding light, my eyes were closed, so the light was in my head I guess. And I was inundated with visions.”
“Visions? Visions of what?”
“Clarke, why don’t you just ask the question you’ve been dying to ask since you found out about all this?”
“What question?”
“Lexa, isn’t that what this is all about? You want to know if I feel Lexa, if she’s inside me now, if she lives on in me somehow.”
Clarke knew she wanted that information, but maybe not for the reasons that Andes thought.
When Clarke didn’t respond, Andes thought she had her answer, Clarke wanted Lexa still, just as Andes had feared. Andes started slowly, “I do feel her, I can see her life, like I’m looking through her eyes and experiencing it. I felt her love for you. She loved you so much Clarke, she really did. I saw her death, I saw you there, and I saw your love for her in your eyes as she died.” And Andes knew that Clarke had never looked at her like that, and maybe never would. And it crushed her, devastated her. She would never be to Clarke what Lexa was. And now that she had the flame, she worried that Clarke somehow thought that Lexa existed inside of her. “But Clarke, some of her memories are here, but she’s not. It’s just me, it’s still just me here.”
And now Clarke knew the reason for Andes coolness towards her, it was all right there, written all over her face. Since she took the flame, and saw Clarke with Lexa, she felt she didn’t have a chance. She thought she couldn’t compare or compete. Clarke got up and walked back over to Andes. She turned her in her chair, took the pencil out of her hand and laid it on the table. Andes looked up at her with such pain in her eyes, pain and longing, and love, it was still there, Clarke could see it, Andes couldn’t hide it. She climbed onto Andes lap, looked down at her and cupped her hands around her face.
“It’s just me Clarke, I’m not Lexa.” She said again, as she looked away, staring at the picture Clarke had painted.
“I know who you are, “she said tenderly, bringing Andes eyes back to her, hoping that Andes could see her feelings.
And Andes looked up, looked deep into Clarke’s eyes, felt herself drowning, lost at sea again, lost in that damn sea of blue, she reached her arms around Clarke, to keep her in place. “I am in awe of you,” she said to Clarke, all resolve melting away, this love that she couldn’t fight, it was too strong , and now the flame amplified it, if that was even possible.
Clarke stared down into her eyes, her soft gray eyes, “Andes, my girl from nowhere, I see you, and that’s all I see. I feel you, and that’s all I feel. I want you, and that’s all I want.”
And as Andes gazed at Clarke, she saw it, she saw that love, that love that she thought was only for one other person, and her eyes filled up, and she pressed her face to Clarke’s chest, the tears flowing freely now. And Clarke held her head, clutching it tightly to her chest, held her while she cried, tears slipping from her own eyes.
When there were no more tears to shed, Andes pulled her head back and looked up at Clarke, who gently wiped away the wetness on her cheeks. She slowly bent her head down and touched her lips to Andes, softly, “make love to me,” she whispered against her lips. Andes groaned, and captured Clarke’s lips with her own, sweetly and tenderly at first, then deepening, tongues stroking, first in Clarke’s mouth, then in Andes. Andes stood up, still holding Clarke, and carried her into the other room, never breaking their kisses, and laid her gently on the bed. She kneeled on the bed, looked down at her, her heart bursting with love, this is what Clarke talked about all those months ago, this feeling, loving and being loved back. And she was right, there was nothing like it. She was filled with it, filled with Clarke. She pulled her shirt off and tossed it to the side. She had nothing on underneath. Clarke sat up and Andes reached down and lifted her shirt over her head. Clarke removed her bra, now they were both exposed, and they drank each other in. Aching for each other, the ache had never left, after all these months. Clarke noticed a new tattoo, above Andes left breast, close to her heart. It was a “C”, and her eyes filled up. She reached up and touched it, put her lips on it. Then she moved up higher and kissed her scar, gently kissed along the length of it, trailed kisses back down to her chest. Andes wrapped her hands in Clarke’s hair, and held her to her heart for a minute. She cupped Clarke’s face and brought her lips back to hers, pressed her back to the bed. She stood up and removed her shorts and climbed back into bed. She helped Clarke remove her pants and now they were both totally naked. Clarke was on her back, and Andes stretched out next to her, resting on her elbow, so she could look at her, reaching out with her free hand, slowly moving it over every inch of Clarke’s skin. Neither in a hurry this time, Clarke watched Andes as her hand traveled over her body, a slow delicious smile took over her face. She watched every flex of Andes muscles, knowing that she would be able to explore soon, but now, she was enjoying the sensations that Andes was creating with just a light touch of her fingers. How many sleepless nights had she fantasized about this moment over the last few months? Too many to count. How many times did she have to take care of her own needs, standing in the shower, dreaming of gray eyes and hard muscles? Too many times. Finally Andes moved over her, laid her length along Clarke, and Clarke sighed from the pure pleasure of feeling Andes body covering hers. Andes captured her lips now, playing with them, running her tongue over them, sucking on them. Clarke wanted Andes tongue now, and she opened her mouth and felt it slip in, lazily circling with Clarkes’. She felt her wetness dripping out now, she was so damn wet. Andes left Clarke’s mouth to kiss her neck, nip at her pulse beating there on her neck, licking, traveling down to her breasts now. Clarke had her hands on Andes head, there wasn’t much hair to grab anymore, but the rough sensation of the short spiky hair cut was turning her on, she ran her hands around her head, loving the feel of it. She arched her back up, pushing her breasts into Andes mouth, pulling her head closer, she couldn’t get her close enough. When the ache in her nipples was satisfied, she moved Andes head lower, needing her now, wanting her between her legs. Andes slid down, spread Clarke’s legs apart. She rested her head on Clarke’s thigh, looking up at her, with so much love and lust, and Clarke’s heart raced. Andes kept her head there, and slid her fingers inside Clarke, thrusting in, closing her eyes as she listened to the wetness of Clark’s opening. She was always amazed at how wet Clarke would get, nothing turned her on more than feeling that, just feeling that almost always made Andes lose it. And now she needed to taste Clarke, so she moved her head between her legs, her tongue now lapping up the wetness, going inside, as far as she could go, hearing Clarke let out a loud groan. Clarke was at her breaking point now, “please Andes, now, please, I need it now.” Andes moved her tongue up a little higher, her fingers slipping back inside, moving them faster and faster, and her tongue moving in time with her fingers. Clarke breaths were short and loud now, a small moan with each exhale, she stopped, and felt herself on the edge of that cliff, and then it poured out of her, she arched her back up off the bed, hands gripping and pulling at the covers, calling out loudly, almost blacking out with pleasure. Andes licking at her, licking up all the wetness. Clarke’s body, still moving, arching, once again riding that wave that only Andes created. When Andes felt Clarke’s last shudder, she moved up and gathered her in her arms, rolling over onto her back, cradling Clarke, holding her close, not wanting to let her go, her heart so full, she almost cried again.

It took a bit for Clarke to regain her equilibrium. She pressed her lips to Andes chest, listening to her heart beat, thundering inside her chest. Pressed a kiss to the tattoo again. Her heart was full, too. It felt so full for the first time in a long, long time. She knew what she needed now. She got up, kneeling on the bed and looked around, finding Andes wrist bindings next to the bed. She unthreaded the leather strap, and tied her hair back, not too tight, but enough to keep it out of her face. Soft tendrils framed her face now, and Andes could only stare, “I don’t know how it’s possible that you get more beautiful every time I look at you.”

Clarke smiled down at her, thinking the same exact thing as she looked at Andes. “I could say the same.”

“I missed you Clarke, I missed you so much.”

Clarke put her finger to Andes lips, and Andes grabbed it with her teeth, flicked her tongue over it, released it and gave Clarke her wicked smile. Clarke loved that smile, glad to see it again after all this time. She ran her hands over Andes chest and stomach. “Oh,” Andes groaned. “They’ve missed you too Clarke, my abs.” Clarke laughed now, bending down and kissing Andes deeply. She pulled away and looked at Andes again, seeing the old Andes now, the charmer, her eyes sparkling, so sexy looking with her short hair. “Your hair is really turning me on, “she said as she reached out and ran her hands over it, her lip catching in her teeth. Andes closed her eyes and moved her head around in Clarke’s hands. “Is that the only thing turning you on?” she asked playfully. “Hell no,” and Clarke bent down and began kissing Andes shoulder, biting it, not too gently, finding that vein, tracing her tongue down it, down her arm, flicking at her wrist. She took Andes hand, and began to suck on her fingers, one at a time. “Oh my god.” Andes moaned, watching Clarke do it, her tongue licking, her mouth sucking on each one. If she had ever seen anything sexier than this, she couldn’t remember. “Oh my god,” she said again. If she let it, her orgasm would have happened right then. She squeezed her legs together to stop it. Clarke moved to her other side, doing the same thing. “Oh my god, you’re killing me.” Clarke just smiled as she tasted each of Andes fingers on her other hand. Clarke put down Andes hand and reached between her legs, both of them groaning now. She lowered her head and bit Andes hip, nipped at the top of her thighs, her hand continued stroking, fingers going inside, coming back out. Andes was losing control of her hips, as they thrust up to meet Clarke’s fingers. She made her way down Andes leg, biting at her ankle, flicking her tongue between her toes. Holy shit, where was the flame when you needed it? Needed it to put the brakes on her orgasm, because she was seriously about to come. “Clarke, I can’t hold it, “ Clarke moved up and her tongue found her clit, hardened, ready to burst. All it took was a couple strokes and Andes lost control, she couldn’t hold back anymore, stupid flame was no help. Her hips bucking wildly now, out of her control. She cried out, over and over again. When it was done, she thought she died and went to heaven. Her whole body was limp. She couldn’t pick up her arms, she had no strength. Clarke was next to her now, smiling at her. “I can’t move my arms.” Now Clarke was laughing at her. Picking up her arm and watching it flop back on the bed. “I want to hold you, but I literally cannot move my arms.” Clarke nestled in on top of her, nuzzling her neck.

“Must have been a good one.” Clarke said.

“Oh, I think it was, yes, it definitely was.”

“So, I could do anything I want to you right now, you can’t defend yourself.”

“I think you just did anything you wanted, “ she said. “Oh wait, wait, “ She slowly raised a finger off the bed.

“It’s alive,” Clarke said, in an evil voice. Andes started laughing.

“Wanna go again?” Clarke asked.

“Shit yeah, “ Andes strength magically returned now, she flipped Clarke over onto her back. “Have I told you about the recuperative powers of the flame?”
Clarke just shook her head, “and the staying power, did I mention the staying power.” Kissing her now. Kissing her and pulling back, over and over again, Clarke’s lips reaching for her, wanting to keep her still. Feeling hot all over again, god it happened so quick, getting turned on to the point of madness. Suddenly Andes pulled Clarke up to a sitting position, facing her, both sitting up, Andes pulled Clarke’s legs in, wrapped them around her waist, Clarke was almost in her lap, but not quite, she left just enough room to slip her hand between Clarke’s legs. She took Clarkes hand and put it between her own legs, moving it to her rhythm, both now moving their fingers in and out of each other. Andes started kissing Clarke now, deep, wet, hot kisses, interrupted by an occasional groan from Clarke, who would catch her breath for a second, then come back for more of these kisses. Andes was ready immediately, but she knew Clarke needed a little more time, she would know when she was close, she could tell by her breathing, when her breathing stopped, that’s when Clarke would come, and she wanted to come with her, with her tongue buried in her mouth. Finally Clarke’s breath caught, and Andes let her own orgasm begin, as they both moaned into their kisses, rocking their hips, pressing down on wet fingers.

They rested their heads on each other’s shoulders when they were done. “God, what you do to me.” Andes whispered. They fell back onto the bed now, arms still wrapped around each other, both finally needing a rest. Andes eyes started closing, but she was fighting it.

Clarke watched her and reached out to touch her face, “Go to sleep.” She said with a soft smile.

“I don’t want to.” She said in a sleepy voice, which Clarke found totally adorable.

“Why not?”

“I’m afraid. I’m afraid I’ll wake up and you’ll be gone and this would all have been a dream.”

Clarke felt so much at that moment. “I’m not going anywhere, I’m going to be right here, next to you all night long, and when you wake up, you’ll be in my arms, I promise.” Andes smiled, her eyes finally shutting, “Ai hod yu in,” Clarke whispered in her ear.

“I love you too, Clarke.” Was the last thing she mumbled before she fell asleep.

The next morning Andes opened her eyes. She wanted to pinch herself, make sure she wasn’t dreaming again, because she was wrapped up in Clarke’s arms, just as she had promised. She swore she would never move again. She just wanted to remain here, safe in this harbor. She closed her eyes and listened to Clarke’s heart beating. Ai hod yu in. Andes remembered and smiled. She lay quietly for quite a while, not wishing to disturb Clarke, but eventually she heard her heart beat quicken, and knew that she was awake. She looked up into sleepy blue eyes. “Good morning Clarke Kom Skaikru.”

She stretched like a contented cat, “why didn’t you wake me?”

“You needed your sleep. I obviously wore you out.”

“Yes, you usually do.” She tightened her arms around her. “I told you I’d still be here when you woke up.”

“Yes, you did. You are a girl who keeps her promises.”

“Promises get us into trouble.”

“Not anymore.”

“Well, I have to break it now, cause I have to go to the bathroom.” Clarke got up out of bed and Andes laid her head where Clarke’s was, inhaling her scent.

 When Clarke came back, Andes was on her stomach, her face buried in Clarke’s pillow, the covers were pulled down a little below her waist, giving Clarke a view of her wonderful back. She crawled back onto the bed, tracing her hand up her back, stopping at another new tattoo, this one of Jaks, on the back of her right shoulder. “This is new too?” Andes nodded, rolled over to look at Clarke. “I miss him.”

“Me too.” Andes said, and she reached out her arms and Clarke went into them.

After a few minutes, Clarke pulled back a little, they were both on their sides facing each other. She reached out and traced the “C” over Andes chest. “You know, it’s dangerous to get a tattoo of someone specific. You never know if you’ll be with them or not.”

Andes smiled at her, her hand running through Clarke’s hair, “I don’t care, you’re my first love, I needed to remember. “ Clarke nodded. “And, I may have been a little drunk when I got it.” Clarke laughed out loud then, she moved in for a kiss, this girl made her laugh like nobody before.

Andes stuck her knee between Clarke's bent legs now, creating some space for her hand to slip down to her favorite spot. She rubbed gently, back and forth, hearing Clarke’s breath catch in her throat, releasing a deep sigh. “Mmm. That feels nice.” The heat rising inside her, molten heat.

Andes raised herself up, moved Clarke gently, moving her sideways on the bed, looking down at her, Clarke looking up at her questioningly, wondering what position this was. “This is a test of concentration,” Andes explained to Clarke.

“What do I have to concentrate on?”

Andes turned and positioned them head to toe, she pulled Clarke's hips to her mouth, and opened her legs to Clarke, “Ooh,” Clarke whispered, turned on by this, she moved her head to the top of Andes legs, spreading Andes with her fingers, tongue starting to explore and Andes tongue doing the same. They licked and sucked each other, fingers moving in rhythm, interrupted by the occasionally moan. Clarke was getting close now, Andes working her magic, she stopped what she was doing, breath coming quickly, searching for that trigger, feeling it now, washing over her, thrusting her hips into Andes mouth, loving this, loving Andes loving her. When she was finished, Andes pulled herself away, leaning on her elbow looking back at Clarke, “you left me hanging there, “ she said playfully.

“Oh, “ Clarke groaned, turning her head, with a guilty look on her face, “I think I lost my concentration,” smiling now, “but it’s not my fault.”

Andes started to crawl up to Clarke now, “not your fault, whose fault is it?”

“It’s yours, of course, “

Andes started laughing now, “oh, it’s my fault you couldn’t finish what you started.”

“Yes, definitely your fault. I can’t help it if you’re good at what you do down there.”

Andes was kneeling next to Clarke now, whose head was almost off the side of the bed. She put her hand behind her neck, and slid her other arm under one of Clarke’s legs and lifted her in the air, playfully dumping her back on the pillows at the top of the bed. Clarke was giggling now, as Andes crawled over her, her arms on either side of Clarke, her knees on either side of her legs. “Let me make it up to you.“

“Oh, how you gonna do that?”

Clarke started running her hands over Andes arms, moving down to her chest, remembering when Andes was beneath her all those months ago, how pleasurable it was, wanting to give that to Andes, so she slid down, positioned herself underneath Andes hips, grasped them and lowered them to her mouth, both of them moaning now, Clarke loving the taste of Andes, Andes rocking her hips against Clarke’s mouth. Andes could barely hold herself up, her arms were shaking with the intense pleasure Clarke was giving her. Clarke’s fingers now inside her, searching for her spot, wanting to touch Andes deep, wanted her to feel that too. Andes moved her hips, helping Clarke find it, “right there Clarke, stay there, oh god, stay there, “ And Andes felt the deep sensation, starting lower, so deep inside, the feeling indescribable, coming on like a tidal wave, crashing on the shore, obliterating her, screaming out Clarke's name, free falling, going on and on until there was nothing left inside. Now her arms gave out and she fell forward onto the bed, rolled onto her side, her eyes filled with tears of joy and pleasure, and love. Clarke came to her and wrapped her arms around her, whispered her love into her ear. Her heart filled to the brim.

“I missed you so much, those months you were gone.” Clarke said softly, moving her finger over Andes face, tracing her new scar, running it across her lips. Andes gave a soft kiss to that finger. “I hated myself for hurting you, hated myself for driving you away. You were the one thing that made me happy, and I drove you away.”

Andes reached up and held a finger to Clarke’s lips “Ssshh, love, it’s ok.” She kissed her gently, and gazed into those blue eyes that she loved so much, twinkling like the night sky. “I never slept with Gomez.”

“I know, Raven told me after you left.”

“Sorry I said that, I just wanted to hurt you. There hasn’t been anybody else, not since that one time with Sara. I think you’ve ruined me, “ she said with a smile.

Clarke rolled on top of her now, “Good, let’s keep it that way.” She cupped Andes face in her hands, kissed her, then pulled back. “I was ready to kill your two little helpers that day after the battle, washing you, touching you.”

Andes started laughing, “I figured. I could see it in your eyes.”

“Ah, I think maybe you should get rid of them, if you don’t want me on the warpath.”

“Done.”

“Heda, may I come in, “ Indra called from the hallway.

“Uh oh, we’re caught, “ Clarke said.

“Sha, Indra, enter.” Andes said, her eyes locking with Clarke’s, winking at her.

“Oh my god, “Clarke said as she scrambled under the covers.

Indra entered and walked back to the bedroom area, “Heda, we need to, oh, my apologies, I didn’t realize you weren’t alone.”

“That’s ok, Indra, it’s just Clarke, again.“ And that earned Andes a playful punch in the stomach from under the covers.

Clarke sheepishly peaked her head out from under the blanket, “Good morning, Indra.”

Indra nodded her head, “Clarke.”

“You were saying?” Andes asked.

“You are both needed at the council meeting in about an hour, there’s much to discuss in regards to the clans that were aligned with Azgeda.”

“We will be there, thank you.” Indra nodded slightly and left.

Andes looked at Clarke and started laughing. “You were really red there for a minute.”

“Oh my god, that was so not funny.”

“It was funny.”

“I’ll get you back, when you least expect it.”

“I look forward to it, literally, I will look forward to it, since I’ll see it coming, by looking forward.”

“Weirdo. You are still a fucking weirdo. But, you are my fucking weirdo.” Clarke moved on top of her now, kissing her deeply, eliciting a delicious groan from Andes. Clarke broke off the kiss, knowing that they were expected to be somewhere soon. “I guess we should get up and shower.”

“Yes, we should,” and Andes got out of bed, pulled the covers down off of Clarke, reached out, grabbed her leg and pulled her to the bottom of the bed, picked her up and threw her over her shoulder, Clarke giggling the whole time, “Come woman, you must bathe me, since you’re getting rid of my little helpers.” Clarke playfully punched at Andes back all the way to the bathroom.

They were both showered and dressed now, getting ready to leave for the council meeting. Andes hand rested on the door knob, not opening it yet. Looking at Clarke, feeling more powerful because she was by her side, with Clarke and the flame, she felt they could accomplish wonderful things. Clarke reached up and pulled her down for a quick kiss. “You need to stop looking at me like that, or we’ll never make it out of this room.” She was rewarded with that wicked grin that she loved so much.

Andes opened the door and reached for Clarke’s hand, and that’s how they walked down the hallway and into the council room, hand in hand. Clarke was feeling so much hope, hope and love. Hope for a new world, a new beginning, a new dawn. Andes continuing the work that Lexa started, bringing everyone together in peace. This was happiness. This was worth all the pain and heartache, this moment right now. Clarke searched inside herself, and found that all her demons had been quieted. The darkness that had been inside her soul for so long was illuminated by this girl from nowhere.

THE END