Clark's lips slowly part as she exhales, seeing, what seemed to be a small cloud, being released from her mouth. A natural occurrence that still baffles her since landing on Earth. She looks around through the hazy afterglow of war as she inhales the cool crisp autumn air, she brushes her finger gently along her lips as she tries to piece together her feelings.
"Maybe life should be about more than just surviving, don't we deserve more than that...", her own voice echoing in her mind, trapping her in her own vivid memory.
"Maybe we do...", Lexa replied before gently bring her hand to meet Clark's neck and pulling her into a passionate kiss. Clarke could almost feel Lexa's soft, warm lips as they pressed against her own. The aroma of pine mixed with vanilla filling her nostrils as she breathed in Lexa's scent. The way she opened her month and turned her head to the side to explore every pattern Clarke's lips had to offer. Clarke replayed this moment in her mind like her favorite song on repeat, her emotions singing along remembering every touch, smell and heartbeat.
Clarke took a deep breath, only to find her breath catching in her chest as she thought about that day. About Lexa. About how her lips felt on hers. It had been days since she had seen the commander, since they had successfully taken Mount Weather and destroying their enemies together. Her mind flashing back to that night, seeing Lexa mounted on her black horse, her mahogany hair intricately braided and beaded, criss-crossing this way and that in true warrior fashion. Black warrior paint smeared down her face like thick black tears of death, beckoning all who set their eyes on her to cower in fear. And last but not least, and definitely Clark's favorite feature on the commander, her deep sea foam green eyes that pierced her heart the moment she looked into them.
"You should come to the capital with me... After this is over...", the last words she recalled Lexa speaking to her before the war broke out. These words seemed to be relentlessly echoing through her mind since that terrible yet victorious night. Sure they over took the mountain and her people were safe but that was the last she saw of the beautiful commander. The last she or anyone else had seen or heard from her.
Clarke closed her eyes as they stung from keeping the tears from spilling onto her cheeks. Her heart ached for Lexa, longing to just see her and make sure she was alive. She had to be alive.
- The smoke was thick making it hard to see even a foot in front of her as she ran forwards. "We did it Lexa! She yelled into the smoky darkness, expecting to hear a victory yell from the beautiful woman whom she had come to trust. But the night was only filled with screams of rage, metal hitting metal and gunshots. No one returned her excited yells and her heart sank. "Lexa?!" She screamed into the smoke but she kept running. Clarke knew that she didn't have time to search for her friend. She had to get her people out safely. What else could she have done? Rushing through the metal debris she finally made it into the mountain to find all of her friends rushing out.
"Clarke!" Bellamy shouted as he rushed up to her and pulled her into a tight embrace. Clarke wrapped her arms around Bellamy and pressed her head into his shoulder, happy to see him alive and well. Her eyes continually scanned the area seeing grounders and sky people alike fleeing from the mountain. She smiled when she saw a coughing Monty running out, covered in black soot, as well as a very pale Jasper carrying Maya who was wearing a white hazmat suit and oxygen mask out of the underground hell that seemed to be spewing out people by the second.
"We are ok Clarke, thanks to you and Lexa. You did it!" Bellamy whispered into her ear as he kissed the top of her head.
"Where is Lexa? Have you seen her?!" Clarke pulled back and looked at her friend frantically.
"No I haven't I... Clarke!" Bellamy yelled as she took off into the darkness which she knew she would never get out of if she didn't find the girl who had stolen something she could never return. The girl who had unexpectedly snuck up on her and ripped down the walls that guarded something no other person has been able to quite reach. The girl who had stolen her heart. -
