Behind The Mask

People everywhere
A sense of expectation hanging in the air
Giving out a spark
Across the room your eyes are glowing in the dark

“Yes mom. Okay will do. Talk to you later. Love you too bye.” Clarke shut her phone off staring out the window.

She was glad she put a bench by the window as she loved to watch the people of New York City walking around going about their day. Just closing your eyes and listening to the city and it’s vivaciousness of it was incredible. It always amazed her how many stories could fill up a street and no one ever really notices.

Looking to her side she saw the paintbrush and canvas lying on the coffee table. She couldn't deny the fact that she wanted to paint the stories she saw but she forbade herself from it. Clarke knew if she picked up that paintbrush she would never leave it. It was time she grew up.

Letting out a long sigh the girl felt it was best to get back to studying before reading the new text she got.

Heda: All I'm say is that giant squids are an underrated animal.

Clarke hadn't gotten around to changing Lexa's name on her phone but she wondered how her and Lexa would have been if she still knew her has Heda. She had been talking to her for a few months getting close. Heda had surprised her now and then during those months. The most important moments were during Raven’s road to recovery as Clarke had to always put up a brave face but was vulnerable with Heda.

Putting Lexa and Heda together was still weird for her but some of it was beginning to make sense, like how Lexa knew Raven was in the hospital and paid those bills. Clarke knew the good heart that laid in Lexa no matter how tainted the world tried to make it. There was something more than friends there as Octavia had consistently pointed out but why ruin something that was going so good?

“I brought donuts for you from your favorite bakery!” Raven called out as she entered the building.

Clarke walked out to see her already digging into the food. More like donuts for her.
“It looks so bare in here without the art.”

Clarke looked around her studio and could understand what she meant. They hadn't been here in a while but Clarke used it as her getaway. All of the classes that were being held in here and the gallery were all brought down when Clarke went back to school.

“So what are you going to do with it now? Still giving it to Lexa?”
“Lexa doesn't want it anymore. But funny you asked. I was talking to my mother and we were thinking of making this an urgent center.”
“That sounds pretty dope.”
“My mom will obviously run it but I will help. It’ll be very cheap service to help those who can't afford to go to those big hospitals for little injuries.”

It was a great idea surprisingly as it came to her one night when she was studying some homework on trauma. She would help her mother here after her trip to Texas.

“So how was Lexa in bed.”
“Oh shut up. She was really sweet about that night. She slept on the couch and gave me her bed.”
“Guess Lexa Woods isn’t a full time bitch.” Though Clarke could not remember the night she remembered the entire morning, smiling at the thought.

Most of the morning was spent playing on the piano but before they could grab breakfast Raven had fallen and was struggling to get up. She had called Clarke for help who rushed over ending their morning together. It had been a few days since but they hadn’t spoke to each other either.

“No, she isn’t the same Lexa I knew a few months ago.” Clarke mentioned as she munched on her food.

“So why won’t you ask her out already? Can’t keep playing games, she has a heart you know. I suspect it’s fragile.” Raven finally asked the question that had been on everyone’s mind. Even Anya had been wondering noticing the two girls forming a close bond. Octavia had hinted even Lexa knew, everyone was just waiting for Clarke to finally get some sense knocked into her.

“You and Octavia are relentless. Relationships are hard.”
“Don’t be a baby.”
“I am not. Why ruin what we have?”
“Because it could be better than what you have now.” It was common sense to everyone but the blonde.

“What if it’s worse?”
“Listen, I know Finn fucked up but he shouldn’t be the reason why you don’t move on.”

“Why haven’t you?” Clarke had turned the tables now, not wanting to have to answer the question. There was no question that Raven hadn’t moved on but there was something else holding her back and Clarke suspected it did not have to do with her leg.

“Finn was your first love but that doesn’t mean he was mine.” Raven sipped her coffee being flooded with all these memories of her past love.

He probably was an ass but it had been the only wrong thing he had done. She thought about going back to him so many times as the two girls had crucified him for his one mistake. No one was perfect right?

Shaking off the mentality she had to remind herself what he did. He couldn’t love two girls at the same time, it wasn’t fair to any of them.

“So hows that leg?” Clarke changed the subject knowing Raven wasn’t the type to touch that emotional side of her unless she wanted it to be seen.

“I think I’m getting the hang of it. Your mom is helping big time.”
“You both inspired me you know?”
“How?”
“I’m gonna take the National Physical Therapy Examination. I thought about being a surgeon but I think rehabilitating could be a lot more meaningful to me. Besides I can start a lot sooner than a surgeon and when I’ve had enough experience I can make this place my practice.”

Raven had almost tackled her down as she gave the girl a big hug.
“I know you are going to miss art but you are going to change lives.” Raven whispered in her ear.

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“So what did you do at the party?”
“These young Americans party very oddly.”
Lexa couldn’t help but smile slightly as she watched her sister fiddle through her phone as she talked. She knew better enough to know the woman enjoyed herself a little but would not admit it.

“Yu laik emo kru.” (You are those people) Lexa laughed as she looked out the window of the town car.

“Nowe.” (Never) Anya huffed annoyed she would make that accusation.

Lexa always knew she was a younger version of Anya having been taken under her wing since they met. No one knows about Anya’s past but herself and Lexa. It was something she revealed to her one night under excruciating circumstances. If people knew what Lexa did then they would never question her ways.

“Gon?” (Because)
“Leksa.” (Lexa)
“Beja.” (Please) Anya sighed looking up from her phone knowing Lexa was not going to give up; something she sometimes wished she never taught her.

Anya had taught Lexa to be tough as the ground but free as the wind. If she could not slave herself to the environment she could never dominate it. It was part of the reason why they both had an okay time at the party. They both learned to be versatile in any situation they were thrown into even if they didn't enjoy it.

“Raven was not drinking either. So we had a nice time talking. That girl could talk for hours.”
“Em ste...peculiar.” (She is…) Anya grunted in agreement closing her phone knowing they were close to the building.

It was not unusual for the girls to talk in their native language. When Lexa spent time with her sister she actually preferred to speak it and casually switch to English.

“En Klark?” (And Clarke?)
“Sha?” (Yes)
“You should invite her.”

“It is frown upon to have strangers there Anya.”
“They respect you there. Be the leader you are and make a new change. Clarke would love to see it.”

Lexa imagined bringing Clarke this weekend. Theoretically it was a wonderful idea but she feared the people would be angry with her. There has never been a situation like this. Boundaries would be pushed and if the wrong lines were crossed, she was doomed.

“Speaking of.” Looking out the window she watched as Clarke stood outside her building.

It was starting to get colder here in New York. Winter was just around the bend which meant scarfs, hats and hot coffee. The winter was something Clarke had hated as a child. Her father was the one to show her how wonderful it really was and how lucky they were to have it.

Looking up Clarke watched a flake slowly glide its way down. Not everyone knew what snow was and how in one moment it can make a landscape so pure and innocent. Tracking its movement Clarke's eyes halted on the woman getting out of the car.

“If you are going to do this more often I can at least pay you to be my assistant.” Clarke stepped forward to see a smiling Lexa making her way towards her.

“Here is your coffee, black just like your soul.” Handing her the coffee, Lexa removed her glove to grasp onto the hot cup. Smirking at the truth of the statement. Ah it was definitely hot.

“You say the sweetest things Ms.Griffin.” Rolling her eyes she followed the girl into the the building, after waving hi to Anya.

“To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“Can’t I bring you coffee as a thank you?”
“No. You have that look in your eyes like you have something to say.”

Okay so Lexa could read her pretty well. That was mostly due to Lexa's observant ways. It wasn't anything Clarke had picked up on going straight over her head. Clarke did have something to tell her, multiple things actually. However there was one she was too excited to keep in.

“Do you have class?” Shaking her head, Lexa motioned for them to talk upstairs as people began to flood the lobby with the work day beginning. Lexa stressed privacy and made sure she had it as much as she could.

The elevator door opened to the top floor where the woman at the desk immediately stood up. She handed Lexa a hanger who picked it up and put her coat on it. Clarke did the same and then followed her into the office.

Lexa took a seat behind her desk as Clarke immediately walked to the window.
“I'll never get over this view.”

Turning around in her chair she watched as the blue eyes darted all around the city. She was trying to take everything in always unable to fathom how such a small area can hold this many people.

“You should come here and paint it one day.” Lexa suggested as she watched Clarke's shoulders as tensed up. The girl slowly turned towards Lexa with her arms crossed.

“So I wanted to tell you about the building.” Clarke swallowed her emotions as she didn't want to bring up the subject of painting knowing how their conversation ended last time. Lexa dropped it because it would just cause an enraged Clarke.

“I’ve talked to my mom and we are going to make the building an urgent care.”

Lexa stood up so that she was on eye level with Clarke now.
“That's incredible.”
“Yeah my mom has already made a few calls and we are working on trying to start it up.”

Lexa took in the bright beam that was Clarke. There was excitement in her eyes knowing what the future was holding for her. With everything inside her Lexa saw Clarke was itching to pick up a paintbrush and design this city so that people could not only see it through her eyes but feel it.

However Clarke was stubborn not allowing herself have what she deserves. It was something admired and hated at the same time. Lexa who only wanted her to be happy at all times. So she knew she had to get on board with her new practice because Clarke wasn’t going to be happy unless everyone else was.

“I know some investors who would be willing to help.”
“Really?”
“Absolutely. I can pull a few strings.” Lexa opened a book as Clarke watched over her shoulder.

“What does a woman do who makes millions of dollars a second?”
“Pull up that chair and I'll show you.”

Clarke did and began to watch as Lexa opened up a few tabs on her screen. She showed her how her business started up and how she keeps track of it. There was a lot of mathematics as well as guessing and having a good eye. Lexa got very deep into what she had been explaining, hoping some of it Clarke would pick up on.

“Just divide that by this sum.” Lexa showed her helping her calculate the problem. Clicking it into the calculator her mouth dropped when the result showed.

“I could be making that much?”
“Well you have to subtract by all your debt then you can make that.”
“That'll take me years.” Clarke whined as she put the calculator down.

“The wonders of college benefits.”
“I can see now why you didn’t go.” Lexa held a tight smile knowing how much better she was off with that education. It was ideal for most people but Lexa wasn’t most people.

There was a slight knock on the door followed by the entrance of a man. The suited up bald man came in with an unpleasing face as he kept his hands behind his back.

“Ms.Woods.” Clarke watched as Lexa immediately stood up and stiffened.

“Mebi oso na hit choda op.” (May we meet?) The man spoke at the door. Clarke was convinced he held the male version of resting bitch face.
“No.”
“Ste em gon gon disha plan?” (Is it because of this woman) Lexa gripped to the edges of her desk where her eyes looked to the side to see Clarke. He continued, “Em ste foto.” (She is bad)

“Shof op.” (Shut up) Lexa huffed slowly looking back towards the door.

“Yun nontu-” (Your father)

“Pleni!” (Enough) Lexa roared now taking control of the conversation.

Titus had his ways of getting under her skin. Her father had always been one of a touchy subject that was very rarely discussed since his death. It blew her away he had the nerves to walk in here when she had a guest to make a comment like that.

“Ai laik Heda. Ai sad in gon ai. Bants!” (I am Heda. I decide for I. Leave)

Nodding his head he turned on his heels to leave out the door afraid to speak another word.

When the door shut Clarke looked up to Lexa who clearly was frustrated. Normally Clarke would not want to intrude but something had seemed off in the encounter.

“What language was that?” It wasn't her place to ask what was going on but she was more than happy to change the subject.

“Trigedasleng.”
“I've never heard of it.”

Lexa looked down sitting back down where she was. Visibly relaxing when she looked at Clarke.
“It comes from an indigenous culture. Before I came to America it was the last place I remember being.”

“It's a rare language then?” Lexa nodded her head confirming the theory. If this man knew the language too there had to be something deeper between their relationship.

“Speaking of Trigedasleng. What are you doing tonight?”

“Probably watching a movie.” Clarke knew she had a huge test coming up but procrastinating was her middle name.

“There is a festival. Come with me, I want you to see it.” Lexa's face lit up just at the thought of bringing Clarke. It was something that was clearly special to her and she wanted to share it with her. So Clarke happily nodded her head as a soft smile appeared on Lexa's face.

Clarke had been searching for two hours for a nice outfit. Why was clothing so important? Couldn't everyone just wear sweatpants for the rest of their life.

“Just wear jeans and a shirt.” Raven suggested as she flipped through the magazine.

“Don't listen to her she is grumpy. Wear this long skirt and top.”

“I'm going to freeze my ass in this Octavia.” Clarke picked up the very light skirt and soft material. The outfit was beautiful but she wasn't sure it was ideal.

“I've read up on this language it comes from the tribe Trigedakru. Not much of their past is known but lots of shit went down.”

Flipping through another page she continued her knowledge on the history.

“About 20 years ago there was a terrible war going on there. Everyone was dying it didn’t look good for them. Most of the children fought but some were sent away to keep the culture alive for precautionary measures.”

“Oh my gosh you think Lexa was one of those children?” Octavia had stopped folding her clothing to listen to the story.

“There is very little information. Not many care for the story like other indigenous colonies that have been wiped out.”

“That's so sad.” Clarke stood up now noticing the time. “Shit I’m going to be so late.”

Without another thought she put on the outfit Octavia laid out. Pressing a kiss to her cheek as a thank you.
“Have fun!” The girls chimed out as she ran out the house to meet Lexa.

The thought of Lexa being a child soldier sent shivers down her spine. It was a great possibility considering that Lexa did not always live here nor talk about in detail of her past. Most of her stories were filled with adventures but never any background information.

It was a complete genocide that Lexa had avoided and now was living this life that she was probably not meant to live.

Arriving at the address Lexa was already there awaiting with a small smile on her face when she saw Clarke.

“Hi Lexa.”
“A tulip?” Clarke handed the girl a single flower with a large smile on her face. Lexa took in the smell of the sweetly scented fragrance.

“Iris.”
“Iris?”
“That's my favorite flower. For the next time.” Clarke couldn't help but laugh remembering when she told Lexa hers. It only meant Clarke was going to have to fix her mistake.
“Very cocky.”
“Call it ambition.”
Clarke shook her head knowing Lexa was always confident when she knew she could put someone on their heels.

“Why the flower?”
“Why the festival?”
“Touché.” But of course what made their relationship special was that Clarke knew exactly what to say to put her on her toes.

“Let me show you then.” Lexa motioned with her head to follow as the girls began to walk down the street.

Lexa knew this was going to be overwhelming for the girl so she tried her best to brief the girl on the history.

“Most of the children in my foster family came from this tribe called Trigedakru, including myself. The people who came from there formed a community here that met every once and awhile. An underground festival formed that happens twice a year. Today is one of them.”

Turning down an alley Lexa knocked on the door once with a solid thud. There was a moment of silence before a voice came through.

“Chon ste der?” (Who is there)
“Ai laik Heda com Klark.” (I am Commander with Clarke) Lexa responded loudly.

The door was opened immediately before Lexa could finish. The woman standing behind quickly bowed her head as Lexa stepped forward.

“Come Clarke.”
With precaution she followed Lexa in the completely black room where she encountered a set of stair. Going down she followed her down hearing a loud bang of the heavy door being shut behind them.

“Heda?” Clarke didn't understand what Lexa had said but she knew she couldn't miss that word.

“It's what they call me here.”
Another door was open when they reached the bottom. Joyful noises filled the air as she walked into the room.

Room was the wrong word though. She had stepped into another universe she could not believe existed. Immediately it had looked like they were outside as the ceiling was painted as the night sky to create an illusion. Clarke could not believe the meticulosity that went into that detail.

Assumingly fake trees soared around them creating a forest like atmosphere. There were buildings too that had vendors and activities that as well laid out on the ‘street’. Most of the buildings looked to be made of wooden sticks and adobe.

There was another world down here trying to capture what was left behind. However here it was safe, untouched by the monsters above.

Clarke tried to explain what she was witnessing but no words were coming out. Closing and shutting her mind was overwhelmed.

There were people everywhere crowding every inch. Children, both boys and girls, were fighting with war paint smeared on. There were people dressed in their native clothes as they performed different skills they were efficient in.

Clarke looked down to Lexa who was a step below her. Now looking at her she realized Lexa was in a simple black dress with spaghetti straps that was cut to reveal a part of one leg.

“Clarke Griffin speechless?” Snapping out of her thoughts Clarke still couldn't produce words but instead let her cheeks brighten.

“Come there is a lot to see.” Lexa gave a soft smile moving towards the crowd. Clarke quickly followed as she noticed the sandy like texture of the floor.

Standing next to Lexa, Clarke immediately gravitated to the first stand she could where a woman was making braids. The woman kept a straight face she looked towards Lexa nodding her head. Then turning towards Clarke she smiled motioning for her to sit in the chair. Looking towards Lexa she nodded her head encouraging Clarke to get it done.

Sitting down the woman spoke, “Chon ste em?” (Who is she)
“Em ste no baga. Nou get yu daun.” (She is no enemy. Do not worry) Lexa responded with her hands together in front of her.

“I am going to learn this language one day.”
Smirking Lexa said: “She only asked who you are. Everyone knows everyone here.”

As she began to work Lexa was immediately approached by another woman. “Heda.”

“Indra.” Turning away from the woman Lexa looked to Clarke. “Excuse me for a moment.” Clarke nodded her head as she watched the woman move towards her.

Clarke looked the other way to pretend she wasn't paying any mind. However, she listened to the two women talk.

“Why is she here?”
“I brought her.”
“Where are your guards?”
“I do not need them.”
“You know she doesn't belong here. Heda, people will be angry. She could be dangerous and you need protection.”
“Let them. Not everyone is an enemy to us. Clarke is good.”
“You have done many noble things in your life. Do not let this moment of weakness ruin you.”
“Love isn't weakness.”
“It is when you are a leader. She is child's play.”
“She is a strong level headed woman.”
“Let me show you something.”

Lexa looked over to Clarke who was almost done. She knew the girl would be safe and venture around. So she left with Indra hoping she wouldn't receive another lecture.

The woman had finished her braid and immediately Clarke fished around her pocket for money. The woman laid a hand on top of the frantic hand.

“No money here. Today we celebrate. I offer my service with pride, especially to one of whom is friends with Heda.”

“Thank you. I love it.” Clarke looked in the mirror as she genuinely loved how it came out.

“Heda will think you are beautiful.” Clarke felt her stomach turn at the thought. She wondered what Lexa would think of her if she was one of her people. It was becoming clear that who she is may not be accepted here.

“Why are there no others allowed here?” Clarke looked to the woman who sighed and shook her head.

“Enjoy the festivities.” Clarke knew it was her signal to leave. Thanking the woman once more she made her way around the stands.

There were all sorts of stands for food, clothing, tools, and so forth. She began to notice that many of the people had tattoos. Recalling Lexa’s she wondered what the significance to them was.

Many people gave her looks as they watched her make her way. The glaring surrounded her and she could tell people were not fond of her presence.

Walking by, Clarke noticed a woman making pots. It was the only thing she could connect to when she felt so out of place, art. Naturally she made her way over taking a seat on the small stool that stood in front.

With her eyes closed and humming she watched the woman make a bowl without even looking. Just when she was close to finish she would crash it down again. Confusing her she couldn't understand why she had ruined the perfectly shaped pot. The woman was a very old one so she attributed to age.

People had been moving all around her but Clarke was enchanted by the way the woman moved her hand. It danced around the edges moving quickly when the tune of the song she hummed sped up. When it was sad she slowly moved the clay.

“I see you.” The woman spoke with her eyes closed. Confused Clarke looked around her to see if she was addressing anyone else.

“You no from here.” She spoke again.
“No I'm not.” Clarke whispered in agreement.
“You make pot too.” The wheel stopped moving as the woman reached out her hand keeping her eyes shut with every movement.

“Oh no I can't.” Clarke shook her head knowing it wasn't a good idea.

“Make pot.” The woman gave her a stern look now. She wasn't going to give up and would probably drag her by the hair if she didn't. Switching places Clarke decided to start slowly trying to think how she wanted to make it. Carefully watching what she was doing to make sure she was creating a solid foundation.

“Eye close. Feel art.” The woman’s eyes were still closed slightly creeping Clarke out but she did as she was old.

The older woman began to hum as Clarke began to feel the clay more shaping it to her imagination.

The lady was old enough to be her great grandmother which meant she had to know some of the history here. Deciding to take a chance she hoped maybe she could reveal something out of her.

“Why don't people like me here?”
Her humming stopped as she paused. The silence hinted that this was not a good sign. However the woman chose her words carefully.

“You Skaikru.” Of course she didn’t understand. What was a skaikru? It probably meant invader.

The woman went on humming so Clarke continued to dive herself into her work. Closing her eyes again she let the sound of the festival consume her ears. It was when she picked up on the woman speaking. The older lady was not just humming but telling a story. Quietly listening she understood it was in Trigedasleng.

There was no understanding of any of the words but somehow the words strung together created a beautiful melody. Clarke could hear the climax and the sad moments, feeling the character’s desperation to survive.

“Skaikru bomb air.” She continued in english. A part of Clarke was convinced she was psychic as she switched to the other language when Clarke made the realization. “Kill many. Laik Maunon.”

She made drastic movements with her hand as she tried to explain to her best of abilities. “Blood, death, sadness. We come here. Heda save us.”

That had really caught her attention now. Ever since they walked in here people had been bowing their heads to her showing respect. She had assumed it was because of her high ranking business but now she realized Lexa was a significant figure here.

People obviously admired her here and the thought made her smile. Lexa had made a difference for these people and though she didn’t know what it was she would be determined one day to.

“Can you keep a secret?” The woman nodded her head.
“I think I like Lexa.” She felt her face flush. Knowing this woman wouldn’t remember her, she talked to her freely. A ton of bricks finally were lifted off her shoulder at the aloud revelation that was mostly meant for herself.

“Heda good woman.”
“She is wonderful.” Clarke hummed in agreement. The woman continued to sing as Clarke messed with the pot in hand and mind wandering. Admittedly she wanted to know more about Lexa. So much of her history was here. She would tell Clarke memories but she had never revealed her past.

“How did she save you?” Clarke hoped to revert back to the previous conversation. She was curious now to see what she had meant.
“Heda unite clans.”
“How?” The woman shut her mouth and continued to hum the tune.
“Wait, how? What clans?” The older lady continued to hum ignoring advancements made by Clarke. Searching around to see if anyone was looking she noticed why she had stopped. Lexa was coming.

“Aloisia, are you trying to scare my friend away?” Lexa walked over putting an end to their conversation. Nice timing, it was as if Lexa just knew when people were talking about her. Clarke looked up to see the girl smiling as she placed a hand on the shoulder of the woman who grasped on. Something had shaken her up and she knew she would have to ask later.

“I see you are working hard there Clarke.”
“I didn’t know what to do.”
“How does it feel?”
“I’m afraid to tell you because I know you’ll rub it in my face.”
“I just want to see my friend happy.”

“She like Heda.” Aloisia pointed to Clarke who stopped her hands. The woman was a child and could not believe she had rat her out like that cutting off their conversation.
“Oh really. Clarke?” Clarke felt her mouth drop in mortification as the woman had revealed her secret.
“Seriously, we had a deal.” Clarke tried to whisper.

“Yeah so about that art. It feels great, totally awesome.” Clarke tried to cover up as Lexa could see her on the edge. This was something she was going to hold against her for a while.

“Heda like Clarke.” The lady spoke again and this time the table had turned. Clarke was trying to hold in her laughter as Lexa’s eyes widened.

“Aloisia, you don’t know what you are saying.”
“Heda smile. No smile like that for long time.” Lexa didn’t get angry but only grinned knowing the truth behind the statement.

Clarke watched the two women interact taking in as much as she could knowing she doesn’t see her interact like this much. After Aloisia spoke she watched as Lexa grinned with pride, proud of the new Lexa standing before them.

“Not since Costia.”
“Aloisia.” Lexa warned having not told Clarke about her.
“Hodness. Heda deserve happiness.” She finished her statement. “Klark en Heda keryon laik teina” (Clarke and Heda souls are entwined)
“Thank you.” Lexa untended as she responded.

“What did she say?” Clarke inquired.

Lexa knew the woman had seen herself as a storyteller which involved the past, present, and future. This allowed her to believe she could predict the future and say that Clarke’s and her soul are entwined.

Now it could be seen as a dramatic notion but something in Lexa knew the truth behind it. After all their grandparents were once in love. Maybe it was destined for them to meet no matter what they would become in the end.

“Something I am waiting for you to see.” Lexa hummed. Clarke raised an eyebrow but she waved it off as she motioned for them to leave.

The girls had enjoyed the festivities as the hour had passed. There were angry eyes when she was alone but constantly with Lexa people never questioned and only showed their respect.

“I really do like your braid.” Lexa hummed as she made her way to the next stand.
“She is so talented! I could never do that.”
“Everyone learns how to do it as a child. It’s part of a tradition.”
“Will you braid my hair one day?”
“Only if you try this.” Lexa had walked over to a man who was selling food. She picked up the plate that held a skewer with something on it.
“What is it?”
“If I tell you, you won’t eat it.”
“Bu-” Lexa placed the food in her mouth with her hand under her chin to catch anything that fell. Chewing Clarke’s surprised face lit up as she began to chew.

“Oh my god. What is this?”
“Grub.” Clarke almost choked on her food as Lexa smirked.

“That’s for making my stocks plummet with your protest.” Clarke chugged down the bottle of water as she knew Lexa was enjoying every second of it. She was going to get the girl back at all cost.

Walking around music began to play very loudly. It sent an idea to Lexa as she led them to another stand.

Clarke looked at this one noticing the different sculpted animal faces that were hanging. Each one was intrinsically designed to express the animal, its stunning features, and strengths.

“These masks are to represent you and your strengths. We believe that these animals not only represent us but protect us for once we were one of them. It is a tradition to wear and have one, so choose wisely.”

The man behind the table nodded towards Lexa then looked at Clarke. He held out his hand with his palm facing up. Looking towards Lexa she lifted her hand and placed it in his. The seller began to examine Clarke’s hand as if he was looking for a clue. Grunting he looked at all his masks and picked one out he believed was right.

“Normally this is a big moment in a child’s life for us. Today you are going to take part in a tradition that has been around for almost a hundred years.” Lexa spoke as the mask was revealed to Clarke.

“A lion.” She whispered.
“You are a leader. Rule with an iron paw and lay waste to those who defy you. Your words are infectious and vital to those who follow. Lead them well.” The man spoke as he handed the carefully crafted mask.

There was no color to it but as Clarke ran her hand over the leather material. The mask had sharp edges as if it was surrounded in flames. Her eyes were emphasized with the thickening of the material.

“Where is yours?”
“I do not wear one.” Before she could ask why she continued, “For reasons I cannot explain to you now, however. I will wear this.”

Lexa pulled out the mask she had worn the day she first met Heda.
“This caused us a lot of trouble.” Clarke commented as she watched Lexa put it on.
“It was worth it.” Lexa spoke up as the music got louder. “Remember that special dance I showed you?”

Clarke nodded her head enthusiastically. “They are about to perform it and so are we.”

“Wait what?” Clarke mumbled as she was dragged onto the dance floor.

Clarke stood on one side of the line while Lexa stood on the other facing her.
‘This is bad’ Clarke mouthed as the music began to play.

They both took a step forwards and reached out their arms. Grasping to the other they began to walk in a circle.

“What if I forget?” Clarke whispered knowing all eyes were on the dance floor now.

“You are a lion.” Lexa spoke as a smile grew on her face. “Wear it like you mean it.”

Suddenly the dance began and Clarke found herself in Lexa's arms dancing around the room.

The music danced along as they moved in unison to the music. The people around them were clapping, cheering, and singing along. It was impossible to not feel the excitement that consumed the air

“I think I'm better than you.” Clarke whispered knowing how competitive she got.
“You can't keep up.” Lexa whipped back. “And you can't catch me.”

Part of the dance required to separate and then return, however, Clarke had forgotten and now was on the end of the dance floor confused. Maybe she spoke to soon. She thought she was in the right place but Lexa was not there.

“Lexa?”

Carefully she danced herself through the crowd to find her. People meticulously moved as her eyes frantically searched.

Catching Lexa's eyes she felt a little bit of relief. She motioned Clarke with her finger to come forward. Moving towards her, Lexa was quick to move again to get lost in the crowd.

That's when it clicked to Clarke what Lexa was doing. She wanted her to chase her down. If that was what she wanted that's what she was going to get.

Clarke felt her body go into predatory as she moved through the people. If they had been in a safari, Clarke imagined the people being the tall grass. Catching sight of her again she moved towards her but now she was off the dance floor.

Walking by the stand she saw the girl two rows ahead playing with an apple. After taking a bite she placed it on the table and made another move. Clarke quickly acted as she moved to go to the next row.

It was too late Lexa had already vanished leaving her bitten apple as a trail. She was taunting her showing the power was in her hand. If Clarke caught her prey then she would be the powerhouse. After all both women were strong powerhouses which probably could be unhealthy for them considering they always fought for dominance.

Lexa was playing with a child now showing him how to draw the bow and arrow. The children around them cheered as he successfully completed the task.

She then whispered to the children a secret. Clarke was making her way over now knowing she had the girl trapped. She watched as the girl straightened her body as the children followed her soldier like stance. Then without any words she pointed towards Clarke.

Within seconds the children turned towards her and ran right at her to tackle her down playfully. As she tried to look for Lexa through the mess of arms and legs she caught sight of the girl smirking.

After Clarke was successful in getting the children off her she completely lost sight of the girl. One of the children came up to her smiling.
“I'm Aden.”
“Clarke. Nice to meet you.” She shook his hand.
“Heda told me to tell you that you stink at being a lion.” Clarke was not squatting so that she was face to face with the child.
“Oh really? Got any hints for me?”
“Yeah she went that way.” He nodded eagerly as he pointed in a direction.
“Thanks bud.” She ruffled his hair as she quickly made her way.

Lexa wasn't hard to spot but that may be due to the fact that Clarke had her face embedded in her head.

She saw the woman who began to move again. This time she found her going through a closed off section. Following her through she entered into a tunnel where she ran.

“I’m coming.” Clarke shouted as she pushed her legs faster.
“Should I go faster?” Lexa joked making the sexual innuendo.

Clarke finally caught up to cut off a running Lexa. She backed up into a wall and Clarke moved close enough to not let Lexa move blocked by her body. Her hands hovered each side of Lexa's head to trap her more.

“Caught you.” She whispered as the girl grinned. Both tried to catch their breath with heavy breathing.

“Took you long enough.” Lexa let out shakingly. Clarke unconsciously licked her lips as Lexa could not tear her eyes off them. Her breathing became heavier but it was definitely not because of the running. Clarke could not stop looking in the green eyes. The forest she always wanted to walk in.

Unable to help herself Clarke went to place her hand on the brunette's hip to bring them closer. She successfully moved their bodies closer just aching for them to touch. Clarke could feel her thighs tighten in between trying to hold it in. She couldn’t wait any longer so she began to move her other hand.

However Lexa was quicker to move as she grasped Clarke's arm. She turned them as now Clarke's back was against the wall and her hands pinned above her head by Lexa's tight grip.

Showing a visible gulp, Lexa spoke with assertiveness. “Don't start what you can't finish Clarke.”

Their lips were just seconds from finally closing in on each other but as Clarke leaned in Lexa pulled away smirking as she continued to make her way through the tunnel.

Clarke groaned as she felt her body curse in sweet agony.
“You’re a tease Woods.” But at that moment Clarke would do anything to fill those desires so she followed Lexa into a room.

It was almost like an in ground pool she walked into as Lexa was walking around it. It was very small, just as big as hot tub. It was no ordinary room though. The small water was made in rock as the water inside bubbled with colors. The room was glowing with all these vibrant seaweed and rocks. Though the rocks made the room darker the fluorescent colors managed to create a mystical atmosphere.

It was odd to even see such a thing. Considering Clarke lived in New York for a while now this was something she never expected.

“This is beautiful.” Clarke whispered. “What is this place?”

“Trigedakru owns a few of these tunnels and they created this pool for special rituals.” Lexa spoke as she watched Clarke fascinate over the room.

Clarke leant over the water to see if she could see the bottom but somehow she managed to slip in.

When she didn't pop up right away Lexa, without a second thought, jumped in to grab her flinging her mask to the side. The colors were bright making it very hard to see.

Lexa had forgotten how deep this really was but finally she caught sight of a blonde that was struggling. In one swift movement Lexa grabbed her by the waist and pulled her up as they both gasped for air.

“I could swim.” Clarke huffed as she frantically tried to remove the mask off her face getting out of Lexa's grip. “This mask wouldn't let me see.”

Lexa watched as the girl ranted. Grinning she noticed the blonde hair all wet and messy poured down her body. She ran a hand through her blonde hair to clear her face of the mess. The water dripping on her face reminded Lexa of the paint Clarke always used to have on it. A sight that had become one of her favorites.

There was something so innocent, vulnerable about the girl at the moment. Though she was ranting on her blue eyes were highlighted by the water making them brighter than before and her rosy cheeks brought a new color to her.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” Clarke spoke when she noticed Lexa staring and smiling creepily.

“You're beautiful Clarke. I don't care what we are. I just need to have you.”

“Lexa.” The confession was out of the blue but she was done pretending like what they had wasn't real. Lexa swam closer now, she always got what she wanted and now she wanted Clarke.

“Nothing promised. No regrets.” Clarke spoke now noticing how the green eyes went from dreamy to hungry. She needed the girl now. It was time she showed her why she had her nickname.

That was when Lexa reached for her neck and pulled her closer so that their lips came crashing.

Sighing in relief a part of Clarke felt the need satisfied but grew hungrier. The girl's lips were sweet and soft as if she was licking sugar off a candy. A wave of euphoria filled her body as the heat of the water and her skin began to burn inside her, Clarke felt so alive.

Clarke adjusted herself so Lexa was against the rock. The kiss was soft at first as the lips tangled with each other to get to know them better.

However when Clarke used her hands to cup the brunette's face it became hungrier eliciting a low moan like a growl rising from her throat. Clarke wrapped her legs around the girl’s Lexa held onto her back to push her closer.

All sensible actions went out the door as the tension between the two were resolving past desires but increasing new ones. Lexa's hands began to roam her body looking for the hem of the shirt.

Upon touching her skin a loud moan came from Clarke not realizing how badly she needed to be touched. She could feel the pounding between her legs knowing she no longer just wanted Lexa but needed her. Swiftly Lexa caught Clarke's desperate cry as she removed the shirt and with one click her bra was off as well to let the clothing float in the water.

“Smooth Commander.” Clarke murmured. Lexa now switched their positions as she herself removed her dress.

“So you know what Heda means now.”
“Yes, now live up to your name.”

Smirking the girls dove in for another kiss as her hands began to roam her chest. Clarke wrapped her own arms around her neck. Their tongues began to fight for dominance as it was not surprising to either girl. Clarke almost had to hold in the laughter at the thought of it but oh Lexa was too good to be true as she worked her way down her neck. Just as her teeth grazed at the skin they both got surprised.

“Ahem.” Another voice appeared as Clarke and Lexa immediately pulled away from the other. Clarke quickly dipped her body lower to hide her naked body.

“Anya.” Lexa growled as she became annoyed. The woman stood there with her arms folded over the chest.

“The closing ceremony is about to happen. Someone saw you run off in this direction.”
“Oh.”
“I am going to get you ladies towels and new clothing.” Anya walked away now and Clarke could feel the embarrassment fill her body.

“I’m sorry Clarke.”
“Don’t be. I think we got carried away.”

Lexa frowned at the comment. When Aya spoke she realized they had taken this too far. She let her frustrated sexual desires consume her rather than think with her head. Octavia’s words rung in her head ‘If you wouldn’t do it with Raven and I then don’t do it with Lexa.’ If she wanted them to remain friends having sex with her was not the smartest move.

“No promises. No regrets.” Lexa repeated understanding now what was going on in her head coming to the same realization. Lexa was never one to be spontaneous but in that moment with the blonde every rational thought went out the window.

Anya had returned with the clothing as they each got out to dry up and change. It was silent between the two afraid to say the wrong the thing.

After they were all clean they left back to the festival which was winding down now. Walking side by side they remained silent and somehow Clarke lost all interest. The wonderful music, the happy people, the active children all just seemed like background noise now as she tried to understand what was going on between them.

She kissed her. She liked it. Why was she debating about this so much? She could be with Lexa in the blink of an eye but she was hesitating. All she had to do was tell Lexa she wanted her too in that pool but she didn’t.

She wished nothing more than her father to be here right now. He would hold her close and tell her to stop being so foolish. There was no doubt in her mind her father would blame himself and Finn for the closing off her heart.

It so easy for the walls to come down but they needed be built to protect the heart and she had to keep them sturdy for the sake of her own weakness.

Lexa approached the floor with a crowd surrounding her. Clarke stayed right behind her with Anya to watch. Before she could speak, a man in the crowd came forward to point behind Lexa’s shoulder where Clarke stood.

“She doesn't belong here!” A man screamed approaching the girls.
“Wamplei kom Skaikru! Heda ste natrona!” (Death to Sky People! Heda is a traitor) He yelled again with a few roars following him. Lexa felt the anger rise in her as he had the nerve to call her a traitor.
He moved closer to the girl and instinctively Lexa moved to the front pushing Clarke behind her.

“Chil yo daun gona.” (Stand down warrior) Lexa responded with assertiveness and anger. The tension grew in the room as two other big men came from behind. He did not respond to her request to stand down.

They were going to attack Lexa as they approached her. She had seen her in action once with Bellamy but wasn't sure she could take on three men who looked this strong. Looking towards Anya the woman only stepped back. Why had she not stepped up to help her?

Suddenly the man attacked. Clarke took a step back as Lexa dodged the first punch then sending one to the ground. In a turn she faced up another one who had a knife.

Clarke didn't get to see what happened next as the other one came running towards her with his own knife. The crowd had completely backed away now creating a circle around the fight. No one had made a move to break it up.

Instead Clarke watched the knife come down on her before she felt her body yank from behind. Anya had pulled her away and was now fighting the man. Using her own dagger she fought with him to take control. Why did everyone have daggers?

Clarke frantically looked towards Lexa who too was struggling with the other man. It didn’t get better though as the initial man who spoke was now coming towards her. He didn’t have any weapons but she was sure he could strangle her without thought.

Knowing she could not flee she instinctively dodged the first punch. Putting her fist up she hoped she could defend herself for long. However, when he threw multiple punches at her, Clarke was not able to dodge them all as she earned herself one to the stomach.

Grabbing her from the shirt his arm rose. Clarke closed her eyes waiting for the pain but when it didn’t come she felt her body drop to the floor. Opening her eyes she saw the man with a knife in his shoulder. Lexa stood almost fifteen feet away standing over her own man’s body as she looked at Clarke.

Anya had fought her man successfully when Clarke realized Lexa had flung the knife across the room into his shoulder. Understanding the commotion now, Clarke quickly got up to help the man bleeding.
“I can stop the bleeding.” Clarke spoke as she checked for how deep it was. He wasn’t going to die but she knew it was going to leave a tough scar. The man lying on the floor spat in her face.

She used her arms to clean it but before she could respond she was being pulled away.
“I don’t want your help.” He screamed as another few people then approached to help him.

“Are you okay?” Lexa looked frantically between her eyes to make sure she wasn’t badly hurt. Still in shock she nodded her head trying to process everything.

Then she noticed the blood dripping from her face. Snapping out of her thoughts she had to fix the girl.

“Lexa you're hurt.” her hands began to touch her face to fix the blood but Lexa took hold of her wrist and put her hands down.

“Let’s just go home.” Lexa whispered in her ear. She began to move holding Clarke by the shoulders as she understood the blood was the least of her problems now. Just as they reached the top of the step to enter back into the stairwell that led them upstairs, Lexa stopped to look over the people.

“Zog Klark em yu zog ai.” Lexa roared as everyone looked up to watch the girl who now stood tall hands by her side. “You attack Clarke and you attack me.” Lexa translated to make sure everyone understood her.

Her word was final for those who didn’t believe it witnessed it tonight as she took down the men. She had a reputation here and she proved once again why she was Heda.

Clarke would not understand how and why she had the title but she was grateful for it. It was one of honour and Lexa wore the name proudly.

Finally back on the streets of New York City, Clarke had to blink numerous times trying to wrap her head around where she just was and what had happened. It was like the mafia down there were only the members knew what was going on. If she was so clueless to this she could only imagine what else she was blind to.

“Let me see.”
“I'm fine.”
“Are you feeling light headed?” She shook her head.

Clarke went over all the symptoms in her head. “Do you feel nauseous? I can take you to the hospital. You are still bleeding.”

Lexa was backing up raising her hand but Clarke followed.

“I told you I'm-”
“Alexandria Woods let me see that cut now.” Clarke articulated every word annoyed as she saw fear in her eyes now. Lexa was almost never afraid but somehow Clarke using her full name sent the shivers down her spine.

Clarke looked above Lexa's eye where the cut was made. Her nose was bloody too so she handed her some tissues to stop the bleeding.

Using some water from a bottle and the spare band aid she carried, she cleaned up the girl's eye.

“Please ice it tonight.” Lexa nodded her head knowing not to argue.

There was a town car waiting for them and Lexa ushered them both in. Silence had filled the air as Lexa took an unmoving stance. This was the Lexa she had first met, always serious and stoic.

Her eyes were fixated out the window as her chin rested on one hand. There was a sadness again but more of guilt than anything. Tonight had gone all wrong and she couldn’t tell what was worse. The attack or the kiss. Sure the kiss was great. Actually there were no words for it, Clarke felt she was on cloud 9 but she wasn’t sure if that was because of Lexa or because she desired it.

She hadn’t been touched like that since Finn and when a moment intensifies one can’t help but wonder why. Was Lexa struggling with the same issue? The attack was something she would get over knowing no one was dying or anything like that but how did she feel about the kissing.

“Lexa?” The girl clearly being pulled out of her thoughts hummed in acknowledgement.
“Are you feeling okay?”She let out a hum of agreement keeping her unmoving body.

“Why did they call me Skaikru?” Clarke whispered as she knew it was the reason they had started the fight.

She turned so her body was completely facing Clarke now. Understanding this was a serious conversation she sighed releasing the current tension that built up.

“Anyone who is not part of culture we normally call Skaikru. It means sky people. Mostly because when we were attacked we were bombed from the air. Now that we have these festivities underground everyone above is considered one of those people.”

“But I don’t want to hurt them.”
“I understand that but they think everyone is out to get them.”
“Will you ever tell me the all of your past? Like why Aloisia said you saved them.”
“One day. I'll explain it all just not tonight.”
“You're head hurts.” Clarke noted aloud but she knew Lexa would not admit to it. She only mentioned it to let her know that she did know.

Clarke placed a hand over Lexa’s to show her support.
“I’m so sorry about tonight Clarke.”
“I had an amazing time Lexa. It was wonderful to see another part of you, if you know what I mean.” Clarke wiggled her eyebrows.

Lexa threw her head back with laughter as she shook it knowing how childish she could be. But it was one of Clarke’s special qualities. She knew how to make her laugh and just being in her presence calmed her down.

They were in front of Clarke's apartment but neither of them moved. Clarke wanted to lean in and kiss her but they needed to talk about what they are before anything.

“I really am sorry Clarke.” Lexa finally spoke.

“You are going to have to teach me how to use a knife like that one day.”

That smile appeared again. Oh how accustom Clarke could become with that soft smile. It was a smile reserved for her only but Clarke would never know that.

“Only for you.” Clarke leaned in and pressed a small kiss to her cheek.

“Goodnight Lexa.” She stepped out of the car now taking one more look at Lexa as if it were the last moment she had.

The woman was out of this world, nothing she would ever see like in her lifetime again. She was so complex and with every layer she peeled off the more she became in awe of the girl.

Closing the door she quietly headed up the stairs with her thoughts and emotions on overdrive.

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“No Octavia he needs to wear the green tie!” Raven groaned as she placed it against his chest.

“Hell no! Black shirt and red bow tie will get him laid today.” Octavia argued as she began to unbutton his shirt.

The boy sat there mortified to say anything as the two roommates bickered. Most guys would find it hot especially to have someone like Octavia Blake ripping off his shirt but he wasn't most guys.

The door to the apartment opened and he felt a sigh of relief as Clarke walked in. The girls too busy to notice her took the opportunity to run over to her.

“Help me. Your roommates are savages,” he whispered as he held onto one arm.

“Yo Monty I heard that! Get over here!” Raven stormed towards them but Clarke stepped in front to shield the boy.

“Move Griffin. I got business to handle here.”
“I got cookies.” Raven untensed her body at the mention of food.

“That won't stop me.”
“They’re from Georgie's Bakery.”
“What kind?” Raven gave the suspicious. Needing confirmation it was the right cookie so she wouldn't tackle Monty.
“Red velvet with that cream cheese filling you like.”

Raven's eyes light up as Clarke threw the bag onto the couch. Following the bag the girl immediately ripped it open to devour her favorite cookie.

Within seconds Octavia followed as the two girls fought for the bag.

“You're a lifesaver.” Monty whispered in her ear glad to be safe. Clarke then lifted up another bag to reveal she had cookies for them too.

“And a god.” Monty opened the bag as he ate one too.

Laughing Clarke headed over to the kitchen to put the groceries away. Everyone happily ate their food with the fights subsiding.

“My exams went great. Thanks for asking.” Clarke called out from the kitchen.

“We have more important things to worry about!” Octavia responded waving her off. Putting the last of it in the fridge she walked over to the living room where everyone was gathered.

“What's up?”
“Monty's going on a date.” Raven grumbled with a full mouth.

“Who is the lucky gal?”
“It’s a lad!” Octavia corrected as she clapped her hands.

“His name is Miller we met at the mechanics the other day.”
“Oh my god Monty this is awesome! I need pics.”

Everyone began to fuss against the topic of what he should wear was brought up. Clarke preferred the red tie too causing Raven to get angry again. Miller had told him formal but not too formal. The long tie just screamed too formal the bow showed fun and ready to mingle.

The buzzer to their apartment went off so Octavia went to handle the call confident her tie would win the battle.

“Who is it?” She spoke through the mic.
“Lexa.”
“Oh, come right up!”

“Lexa is coming up.” Octavia skipped into the room as she plopped on the couch. Clarke quickly stood up as she fixed herself frantically.

“Why so nervous Princess?” Raven watched as she fixed Monty’s tied.

“Something happened between you two.”
“Nothing happened.”
“She is lying. She is avoiding eye contact.” Raven sneaked closer as Octavia stared from behind the mirror.

“We kissed.” She blurted out as she fixed her hair.

“What?” Her roommates screamed.
“Actually second base.”

“WHAT?” Even Monty had spoke up as they watched Clarke fidget with her hands. Raven and Octavia were now facing the girl in awe. Octavia grabbed her shoulders to shake her.

“Spill. Now.”

The knock came on the door and Clarke felt her body crumble beneath her. They hadn’t talked since the festival mostly due to overload of work. Clarke was stuck in the library and Lexa had to fly to her headquarters in Florida. She must have just gotten back.

“Oh we are so not done with this conversation.” Octavia declared as Clarke made her way to the door.

“Lexa.” Clarke breathe out.

A wide smile took over with the mention of her own name. Spoken on Clarke’s lip was sweet like a chocolate covered strawberry, which she actually really craved right now.
“Can I come in?”

Nodding her head she entered the apartment with Octavia and Raven sitting on the couch with exciting eyes.

“Raven. Octavia.” She nodded her head towards each of them as she was still formal with the two.

She noticed how desperately Octavia was trying to hold in something as Raven tried to avoid eye contact. Clarke’s roommates were weird, she wasn’t sure how they all meshed together sometimes.

Lexa really needed to get to know them better for Clarke’s sake. It was no question they were all attached at the hip. When Octavia began to flutter her eyebrows that's when the realization hit her.

“You told them.” She turned to Clarke who just shrugged her shoulders.

“You try living with them.”

“How did it happen? Clarke hasn't told us any details yet.” Octavia jumped in excitement.

“Was she a good kisser?” Raven joined in seeing how quickly Lexa was getting flustered. It was very enjoyable to watch her uncomfortable knowing how impassive she could be.

“Oh she is!” Octavia spoke as everyone quietly turned to her. “Y'all relax it's not like we had sex.” She finished as Clarke stood embarrassed of her friends.

“Okay too far.” She pointed at Octavia then turning towards the business woman. “Lexa to my room.”

“Gonna hit a homerun Woods?” Raven continued as Clarke threw a pillow at her. Octavia made kissing noises excited to bust her chops later. Grabbing Lexa’s hand she led them towards the room where she slammed the door shut.

“I’m sorry for them.” Clarke spoke quickly picking up some of her clothing off the floor. “And this room. Didn’t know you were coming and with finals I haven’t even had a chance to breathe.”

“Here.” Clarke turned towards Lexa after she placing the clothing in a laundry basket. “Your clothing. I had them cleaned and dried.”

“I totally forgot about these.” She sniffed her clothing jokingly. “Mmh lavender?”
“Impressive nose.”
“Thank you very much.” She beamed.

They stood in silence unable to tear their eyes from the other. Clarke had to admit it was really nice to see the girl as it felt like a lifetime for some reason. She took in the girl never failing to impress her even in her work clothing.

She wore a tight navy blue pencil skirt with a white blouse that was without a doubt one too many buttons undone. Maybe she had a thing for business women because it was definitely getting hot in here.

Lexa took a step closer to her. Clarke watched her carefully as another step was made. Clutching onto her clothing she felt her body tense with another step.

“I want to kiss you again.” Lexa’s breath caressed the blonde’s face enveloping her into whatever trance this girl had her under. Raspy and deep her voice could easily make her eyes roll into the back of her head. Was it going to be a problem now every time the girl would be near her?

Unconsciously Clarke bit down on her lip feeling her body ache for the girl. There was something in the way she caressed her body in the pool. Her touch was delicate and gentle but just devilish enough to make her want her more. The heat that rose in her was a fire that couldn't be contained. Being near her was already setting on the fire alarms in her body.

As Lexa cupped her face with one hand she began to lean it with no protest. However, just as her lips were about to touch hers Clarke turned her cheek. The soft skin was not what she wanted to be met with.

Removing her hands Lexa took a step back slightly shaking her head and keeping it down.
“I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me.”

Taking a step in her direction Clarke began to apologize. “No, I'm sorry. I just. I just need to tell you something first.”

Clarke motioned for the girl to sit on the bed with her. Cautiously she sat with the girl’s hands in her lap.
“Are you going to tell me you are some-”
“I'm going to Texas.” Lexa nodded her head acknowledging the point.

“For about a year.” Immediately a wave of disappointment consumed Lexa's body. Her face remained unmoving as to being so accustomed to not moving.

“I got a training opportunity there. At that soldier event, Bellamy introduced me to a doctor and offered me a job at the base.”
“Bellamy?”
“Yeah, he is working at base there. He actually left yesterday. I leave tomorrow.
“Tomorrow?” Clarke only nodded her head.

“Is this what you want?” Not another word from Clarke but a nod.

She let Lexa take in the information knowing what really was going on between the unspoken words. There was more to this than just her leaving to Texas.

“I can visit you. One of my buildings is there.”
“Lexa.”
“Money isn't a problem. I can fly whenever wherever.”
“It's a 24 hour job. I'll barely be able to speak to you. Personal devices are banned on sites.”

Lexa sighed knowing there was not much of a case she could make to get Clarke to stay. Being dedicated to their jobs made them so similar. How could she not understand Clarke putting work first? She was convinced they wouldn’t ever really get a swing at this. Something was always going to keep stopping them and Lexa needed to accept that.

“I should get going.” Lexa slowly stood up keeping her hands behind her back.
“Uh yeah.” Clarke joined as they walked towards the door and went straight to the apartment door. Her roommates did not say a word as they could probably feel the tension in the room.

At the door Lexa turned to leave as Clarke let out a long sigh.
“Can I take you to the airport tomorrow?” If she wasn’t going to see her for a while, she would take every second she had with her.

“I’d love that.” She nodded enthusiastically. Nodding her head she watched Lexa leave hoping that she wouldn’t hate her for doing this.

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“Noooo don’t go.” Raven was attached to Clarke’s leg as she slowly dragged the girl against the floor.

“Clothing. Check. Toothbrush. Check. Passport. Check. Ticket. Check. Clarke. Not check. Ugh. Clarke you are going to be late!” Octavia screamed as she went off her checklist to make sure she had everything.

Clarke tried her hardest to move only going at a slower pace than a snail.
“See you can’t handle my weight! You aren’t fit for the military.”
“Ugh Raven.” Only holding on tighter she finally made it to the couch where she tried to catch her breath.
“You can’t leave me alone with Octavia! I’m going to die. Don’t you understand this?” She pointed towards Octavia who now had her hands on her hip.

“The real problem is going to be living with you.” Octavia spoke giving the girl the death stare.
“See Clarke she is going to kill me, look at that death stare! I won’t be here if you leave.”
“I promise I will be back.” Clarke whined as she checked her phone, getting a text from Lexa to let her know she was here.

“Come on Reyes, Lexa is here.” With that Raven shot up from the floor to wiggle her eyebrow.
“Lover girl is here.”
Groaning she moved towards her stuff checking everything again to make sure she had everything. It had been a crazy day. She spent most of the morning with her mother planning the new clinic that would already be running when she got back thanks to Lexa.

Then Octavia had packed the rest of their afternoon with bonding activities because she wanted to enjoy every moment no matter how many times Clarke tried to explain she was going to a training camp and not war.

It was time to go and she was going to miss her flight at this rate.
“Bring it in Reyes.” A smiling Raven hobbled over to squeeze the blonde.

“Gonna miss you Princess.” She whispered as they both held on. Clarke began to feel her eyes water up. She placed her hands on Raven’s shoulder to make sure she looked her straight in the eye.
“You listen to me Raven. You are the strongest, smartest, most independent, resilient person I know. Do not let this leg thing get you down. I am going to come back and you are going to be so past this it’s not like it ever happened. You do not need those things to take the pain away. Got it?”

Raven nodded her head as the first teardrop fell. She wasn’t a cryer but Clarke knew how to tug on those heart strings.

“Save some tears for me.” Octavia spoke with tears already filling her eyes. Clarke lunged herself at her best friend who held onto for dear life. She snuggled into her neck knowing she was going to miss their cuddle sessions, late night talks, and everything else in between.

“Now you listen to me Clarke Griffin. Even if this doesn’t work out we are going to be here for you a hundred percent. I know Bell will look after you as I made him swear to it. Just please be safe.”
“I’m going to miss you.”
“A year is going to fly by like nothing. Come on now, group hug!” All the girls crashed into each other as they sniffled their tears back in.

It wasn’t a ‘goodbye’ but a ‘see you later’ and Clarke had to keep reminding herself. Raven had been living with them for a while now but Clarke knew it was going to be hard without Octavia.

The girls had seen so much of each other since they first met in highschool. They went to college nearby but when Clarke left abroad it had been the hardest separation for both girls that Octavia spent her summers with her there.

This was a whole year and she probably won't be able to talk to them often at all. Pulling back she wiped all the tears away and picked up her stuff.

“I love you girls.”
“We love you too!”
“Go on now you are going to be late Princess.”

Taking one more look over her shoulder she waved goodbye to the girls and headed downstairs.

Lexa had been leaning against the town car dressing very formally per usual. Recalling correctly she had informed Clarke she had a business meeting that morning with new investors.

Quickly coming over she picked up one of Clarke's bags and swung it over her shoulder.
“You've been crying.” Lexa noted the puffiness of the red eyes.
“My roommates are emotional. Don't make me cry too Lexa.” She pointed sternly at the girl.

As both entered the car most of the ride was silent to JFK. Her plan was to take a cab but Lexa of course graciously offered to take her.

Just as they arrived Clarke picked up all her bags and quickly checked from the curb.

The two were still silent as they both waited for the other to make the next move. Neither did.

Lexa was engraving every feature to memory. The way Clarke let her blonde hair fall down or how her blue eyes spoke with passion when she talked. She was undoubtedly going to miss the girl who looked at her past her shell and saw more than anyone else. Ever since their kiss she has had a need for the blonde that she couldn't hold down.

When they had first met she thought it was the challenge Clarke gave that made her come back for more. However, Lexa was starting to believe there was more to it.

The honking of the cars snapped her back into reality knowing she didn't have much longer.

“I have something for you.” Lexa spoke as she turned around and picked up the small wrapped box.
“Lexa you didn't have to do that.”
“Open it when you get there.” Smiling she nodded and placed the gift in her bag.

“I should probably get going.”
Lexa nodded her head understanding.
“Can we try this again when I get back?” Clarke had to hold onto something for that year. She needed to know Lexa would be waiting for her when she got back.

Before she could answer her phone was going off and it was her mother. Knowing her mother would be angry at her if she didn't pick up she knew it was her cue to leave.
“Um I need to take this.”

Nodding her head she let the girl get going.
“I'll be back soon Lexa. I promise.”
“Goodbye Clarke.” Clarke kissed the girl's cheek giving her a tight hug. She left for the airport as she picked up her mother's call.

After hanging up with her mother she decided to get some coffee before she boarded. There was still paperwork that needed to be filled out and her day had exhausted her to no end. Dunkin Donuts was admittedly her weakness as she went to order herself a macchiato.

There was still some time before she got on the plane. Bellamy had texted letting her know the hot weather there. She did miss him and was happy they would be reuniting.

He had a messy patch since he came back from war. Octavia wasn't thrilled about him going back afraid he would fall back into old habits but he claimed it was all he had. Though she wasn’t going to see much of him, it was comforting knowing she was going to place where she at least knew one person.

“Clarke.” Her head shot up at the sound of her name pulled out of her thoughts.

“Lexa? Oh shit did I leave something?” Clarke frantically looked around her but Lexa stopped her gripping onto her wrists.

“No.”
“What? Then why are you here?”
“You asked me a question. My answer is no.” She let go of the wrists to give the blonde space.

Before her phone rang she asked her to give them another try. She hadn't given Lexa the opportunity to answer completely forgetting herself.

“I won't wait for you.”
“I don't understand.”
“Tell me you aren't going for Bellamy.”
“Excuse me?” Clarke took a step back noticing how close they were. Confusion filled her face as she couldn't understand what was going on. Clarke had spent so much time with Lexa she had almost forgotten her Bellamy had a thing once. It was absurd for her to even think she was going just to be with Bellamy.

“I'm going for a job opportunity.”
“Then stay here. There are tons of rehabilitation centers in New York City.”
“They offered me-”
“You and I both know that is not the only job you could get.”

Lexa also knew she wanted to go there partly because she didn't know what to do. Now, Clarke was sure of it and so it was her chance.

As Lexa stepped forward Clarke held onto the girl's forearm. Why was Lexa suddenly making this so difficult?

“Lexa I know you want me to stay but I can't.”
“Why can't you?”
“I told you it's the job.”
“Screw the fucking job Clarke that wasn't your only option. You are going to the other side of the country to a place where you know no one can reach you.” She ran a hand through her hair trying not to attract attention.

“Why are you doing this?”
“Because I'm tired of waiting for you to see Clarke. To see that you like me. You have feelings for me you are afraid to admit. You and I both know there is something more here and Lord knows how patient I've been.”

She felt anger rise in her as she finally spoke her words out loud. There were so many things she needed to say and she had to make sure they were all said.

“I can wait forever for you to figure yourself out. What I can't watch is you running away from us.”
“I'm not running away.”
“Then stay Clarke.”
“Lexa.”
“Stand there and tell me that our kiss didn't mean anything.”
“We weren't thinking.” Clarke tried to reason but this battle was out of her hands now. Frustration was building in both of them.

Clarke was building this wall around her heart and every time she let Lexa in she would build it twice as high. There was an explanation to this but Lexa would never know if Clarke couldn’t communicate that to her.

Lexa was being ridiculous in her eyes. She should have left things the way they were. It ended on a soft note with both their minds at peace, at least hers.

“Don’t run away from me.” Anya had told her so many times she never put herself which was why she was so miserable. So this was her chance. It was an opportunity for Lexa to be happy with a woman she was becoming crazy about.

Clarke looked frantically between the girl's eyes. That damn green forest that had her trembling at the knees since they first met.

Of course she was running away. She was running away from all her problems she was afraid to admit.

Leaving for Texas she wouldn't have to deal with the new business. Clarke could finally move on from art if she put herself through intensive training. She could escape her building, the one that caused her headaches, not having to worry about leading anything.

She would be able to escape Lexa. Though they may have just kissed it was clear they were growing attached to each other. It was inevitable something sparked but she didn't want to open herself yet. In Texas she wouldn't have to worry about the green-eyed girl.

“This is the final boarding call for all passengers booked on flight 372A to Houston, Texas.” The final announcement was being made.

“Clarke if you go on that plane then don't expect me to be here when you get back.” Lexa had made her ultimatum.

She needed to make a decision right now. There would be more difficult moments in Clarke’s life undoubtedly. However, at this moment she was trying to defuse a bomb. If she were not careful enough she would lose everything, that is Lexa.

Closing her eyes tight she made her choice.

“Lexa, I-”