Mine
Clarke sighed as she tightened her grip on Lexa’s shoulders, rolling her eyes for what seemed like the millionth time since they started their trek back to camp. “Lexa, you can put me down.”
Lexa shook her head, her eyes forward as she walked them both through the forest, her senses ever alert for danger. “You could barely put weight on your ankle when I helped you up.”
“But it feels much better now and it’s like a three mile walk back to camp.” Clarke argued, her brow furrowing as Lexa held her closer. “It’s really unnecessary for you to carry me the whole way back.”
“If you are unable to walk properly, how could you possibly aid me if we are attacked? This is the quickest option at the moment, so if you would be so kind to stop whining and allow me to get us home, it would be appreciated.” Lexa spoke, seeming to be frustrated with the blonde in her arms.
Clarke snorted but kept her comment to herself, biting her cheek as they continued their walk. As they arrived to the camp, Clarke smiled slightly, expecting to be put down, but found herself disappointed when Lexa kept a hold on her.
“Why can’t I get down now?” Clarke asked, pouting slightly as Lexa finally looked at her.
“Because I want them to know you are mine.”