Frustrations
Lexa signed contently, finally calm having Clarke asleep against her. She waited patiently for the injured blonde to wake up again. There was still a matter that needs discussing. What was she going to do with her captive? Lexa honestly didn't know what Clarke's intentions were for the mountain man. The side of Clarke she'd seen in the club scared her slightly. Even the Wanheda of old had never reacted that viciously. Was there more where that came from? Lexa shivered at the thought. She'd seen the bodies of Clarke's last kills. They were mangled and torn to ribbons. It had become Wanheda's apparent M.O. She shook her head clear and settled into sleep herself.
Nyko woke Lexa a few hours later to check on Clarke. He sent her to Gustus to keep her from hovering over his shoulder while he made sure Clarke was healing correctly.
"Come strik Heda. Let's get some food in you. You'll be no good to anyone weak." Little Commander. Gustus rumbled, guiding her to the kitchen. He sat her down and moved about the space, easily cooking up something for her to eat. Lexa ate silently once a plate was put in front of her.
"She's all yours big sis." Gustus yawned, leaving Lexa to Anya who entered the kitchen as he left it.
"Lexa?" The older woman called softly into the kitchen. Upon getting no reply, she moved closer, keeping her eyes on her sister.
"Lexa?" Anya tried again, putting a firm but gentle hand on Lexa's shoulder.
"Ahn..." Lexa mumbled softly.
"How are you doing? Clarke's ok." Anya asked.
"She's ok. I've watched her get shot three times now... All right in front of me. And I couldn't do anything..." Lexa told her faintly.
"That's not your fault Lex. I'm sure Clarke can tell you that too. I bet she already has, hasn't she?" Anya reminded. Lexa shook her head.
"She hasn't? Or you don't believe us?" Anya asked.
"It is my fault. I laik Heda." I am the commander. Lexa replied hollowly.
"So the second one then. Ok. Nyko's done with her. She woke up enough to be asking for you, go to your girl Lexa. Listen to her." Anya sighed and led Lexa back to Clarke.
"L-Lexa..." Clarke whined sleepily. She smiled when she saw the two of them.
"An-Anya." She rasped in greeting.
"Hey there kiddo. Do you need some water for your throat?" Anya asked, depositing Lexa in one of the chairs next to the bed. Clarke shook her head and reached weakly for Lexa.
"I'm here Clarke..." Lexa mumbled, moving to curl up on the bed next to Clarke.
"It wasn't... This wasn't... Wasn't your fault." Clarke told her firmly, tired but determined blue eyes meeting hesitant green.
"Ok..." Lexa finally conceded.
"Good. Sleep now." Clarke nodded, cuddling closer to Lexa.
"Sleep sounds good." Lexa agreed, carefully wrapping her arms back around the blonde and relaxing.
"Some things never change." Anya chuckled softly as she watched the two. She waited for them to be comfortably asleep before leaving them alone.
Thanks to Nyko and Lincoln, Clarke healed quickly.
"Your captive is very troublesome." Gustus grumbled, eating lunch with Clarke and Lexa when Clarke was healed enough to move around.
"Captive is too kind a word. It implies that he may live. He is my prey." Clarke growled. Lexa gripped her thigh firmly to keep her in her seat.
"Easy." Lexa warned. Clarke had been getting more and more feral since Lexa had told her she wasn't allowed near Emerson until she was fully healed. It seemed Wanheda was as much at home in Clarke's skin as Clarke herself was.
"Lexa I'm fine. I'm healed enough. Let me deal with him." Clarke pleaded. She was dying to take a crack at the mountain man.
"Clarke... I told you not until you're healed. Fully healed. He isn't going anywhere in the meantime." Lexa replied firmly. Clarke nearly roared in frustration and stormed away.
"You either need to let her take a shot at him or subdue her yourself. Wanheda keeps putting my men in the infirmary, Lexa." Gustus warned.
"I know. I'm sorry. I'll deal with Clarke." Lexa sighed, running her hand through her hair. She rose from her seat and set off to find the angry blonde. She didn't have to look hard, Clarke was where she always was now. Pulverizing some poor guard into the floor of the sparring area.
"Em pleni! Gon we." Enough. Leave us. Lexa ordered. Everyone but Clarke cleared the room, sealing the doors behind them.
"Why'd you do that? What am I now suddenly not well enough to spar?" Clarke snarled angrily.
"No. But you are healed enough to spar me. If I win, you listen to me. If you beat me, I'll let you pay Emerson a visit." Lexa offered, setting her sword aside.
"Really?" Clarke wondered, narrowing her eyes.
"Yes." Lexa cracked her knuckles and stretched for a moment before entering the ring. She adjusted her sash and took up a fighting stance. As she expected, Clarke attacked first. Lexa easily side stepped the punch and landed one of her own in Clarke's stomach as she passed. Clarke growled and struck again. Lexa avoided the kick and countered, watching Clarke with an unimpressed expression.
"It would appear I was perhaps wrong. This is not the fighter from Polis the night you caught Emerson." Lexa told her, turning to leave the arena. Clarke snarled and Lexa turned back just in time to block a barrage of angry strikes. That was what she was waiting for. The snap. The moment Clarke becomes anger, becomes Wanheda. Lexa wrestled her down to the floor, pinning her on her stomach and using the sash to secure her arms behind her back.
"Was that all? You need to remember your place Wanheda." Lexa growls in her ear. Wanheda pulled at the restraint on her arms experimentally before pausing and trying to buck Lexa off of her back.
"You're not getting out of this until I'm sure you'll behave. Normal warriors I could pound into the floor to get that lesson across. But here we are on the floor and you still seem to need to learn it." Lexa continues, a sexy husk rolling off her tongue to accentuate the words. She can feel the full body shiver in Clarke beneath her, Lexa knows she has her attention now.
"If you need me to stop... Say something." Is the final warning she gives before cutting the back of Clarke's shirt with one of her hidden blades. She kisses a line from the back of Clarke's neck and down her spine to the top of her pants.
"Tell me no Clarke." Lexa pauses. She waits a minute. Hearing no protest, she lifts Clarke's hips and sets the blonde on her knees to slide the leather down to her ankles. She drapes herself over Clarke's back again, using one leg to keep the blondes apart and sets to work, entering easily with two fingers. Her thumb works short circles over Clarke's clit as she thrusts, setting a punishing pace. Clarke gasps and moans softly beneath her, reacting more as Lexa whispers things in her ears, punctuating certain words with the thrusts of her fingers.
"Lexa fff-fuck! Please..." Clarke gasps and Lexa knows she close but it's not over yet.
"No. I don't think you've learned your lesson yet." Lexa growls and slows down enough to keep Clarke on edge but not give her what she wants.
"Lexa, Beja!" Please! Clarke whines, squirming beneath her.
"Are you going to continue disobeying me?" Lexa asks.
"Fuck! No! Please Lex..." Clarke bites back.
"Are you going to keep lashing out at everyone? Keep misbehaving?" Lexa demands in a deeper growl.
"No... I won't... Please Lexa!" Clarke whimpers, an edge of desperation in her voice.
"Whose are you Clarke?" Lexa purrs in her ear.
"Yun... Yun... Beja... Lexa..." Yours... Yours... Please... Clarke begs.
"Good girl. Since you've been so good I guess I should make you wait any longer." Lexa decides, quickening her pace again, sending Clarke quickly over the edge of pleasure. She purrs as she feels the blonde squirm at the sudden change in pace before feeling her go weak and almost limp beneath her. Lexa slows to let Clarke ride it out before starting again at the same pace. Clarke falls again and again and after the fourth she's limp and boneless underneath Lexa.
"Clarke?" Lexa calls softly, getting off of the blonde and untying her arms. She gently pulls Clarke's leathers back up and rolls the blonde onto her back to check her wounds. Half closed and hazy blue eyes watch Lexa as she makes sure none of the stitches tore. Clarke's barely conscious as Lexa wraps her up in her jacket and cradles her to her chest. Lexa stops to grab her sword before taking them up stairs, humming one of Jakes songs as she goes. Clarke's asleep by the time Lexa tucks her into bed and crawls under the covers beside her.
" Ai hod yu in." I love you. Lexa murmurs, kissing Clarke's forehead and pulling her close. She sighs as she relaxes and let's sleep take her.