Lost - Clexa (#Wattys2016)

Chapter 7

AN: So I am not sure whether or not this will be the LAST CHAPTER. You all will probably hate me if this is but...I will try to continue it if I have time. If I don't then: thank you so much for all your appreciation; your awesome comments and your encouraging votes.

LOST – CHAPTER 7

READ IT CAREFULLY AND WHEN YOU HAVE TIME AS THIS IS LONG AND REQUIRES ATTENTION.

Lexa woke up in the morning as soon as the birds started chirping. She got off her bed and put on her armor. After dressing, she turned around to wake up the other being who had shared her tent last night. Smiling slightly, she couldn't help but enjoy watching Clarke's sleeping form in the narrow beam of sunlight that fell through the slit of the tent's flaps. Most of her pelts had fallen on the floor and only a small portion was covering her. Lexa also couldn't help but let her eyes roam freely around Clarke's figure. Her shirt had slightly ridden up her body, and Lexa found herself admiring the way her jeans hugged her hips and stretched tightly over her small waist. Even as she lay on her back, Lexa could see the cut of her breasts through her shirt, which was wound around her torso as if it were part of her skin. By the time her eyes made their way to the woman's face, desire was surging through Lexa's body. The beautiful gold locks were blocking her view, which really was the reason she thought Clarke was asleep. Because she wasn't. She was watching the Commander ogle her with a red face. Lexa's fingers automatically moved to remove the golden locks that covered Clarke's face. Clarke could take it no more and, before Lexa's fingers could make contact with her skin, she spoke up,

"Quit staring, Commander." She said, removing herself the hair from her face and turning around to look at the Commander.

Lexa's eyes widened comically and she immediately retracted her hands. The Commander, who had never blushed, was the colour of tomatoes. Clarke propelled her body up on the bed, which made Lexa's eyes rest on her bosom. As Clarke's shirt was tightly clinging to her torso, Lexa could easily mark out the outlines of her breast. Her mouth had gone dry and she had lost all of her senses. Clarke was amused by the sight and whispered huskily,

"My eyes are up here, Lexa."

A shudder ran through Lexa's body, hearing the blond beauty call her name, and her breath hitched. Finally her eyes made contact with Clarke's, making Clarke's stomach tie into knots. Those emerald eyes were unveiled at the moment, and Lexa probably hadn't realized it. Clarke hungrily read all the information they were offering. Those jade eyes were replete with love, sacred passion and a phantom repentance of the wrongs in Clarke's life. Clarke found the penance she so desperately wanted was there in those enchanting eyes.

"Lexa..." Clarke started to whisper and Lexa was jolted back to her senses, instantly pulling back from Clarke. She wasn't aware of when she had moved closer to the blonde's cot, closer to her face. Clarke watched hopelessly as emerald eyes concealed love, passion, fire and became stoic once again.

Clearing her throat, Lexa said, "I wasn't staring Clarke. I was about to wake you up."

"You took your time then." Clarke mumbled. Lexa must have heard her as her face turned into a faint shade of pink.

"We need to leave Ton DC early, Clarke. I have a meeting with my generals at my camp this afternoon."

"You do. I don't." Clarke said, yawning.

"I thought you should have company on your way to your camp and I was going right now but you can of course stay here as long as you want. I will have Indra accompany you whenever you decide to come."

"Indra?" Clarke asked horrified and earned a twitch of lips from the Commander.

"I gather you don't like her very much. You can call one of your people to escort you back safely but please do not travel alone. Those few mountain men are thirsty for your blood." Lexa said in a displeased tone.