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Gravity \| Book I: Amidst the Chaos	By : Prophecy Category: 1 through F > The 100 Views: 2331 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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What's the trick? I wish I knew
I'm so done with thinking through all the things I could've been
And I know you want me, too
All it takes is that one look at you and I run right back to you
You cross that line and it's time to say F you
What's the point in saying that when you know how I'll react?
You think you can just take it back, but shit just don't work like that
You're the drug that I'm addicted to, and I want you so bad
Guess I'm stuck with you, and that's that
- Alan Walker & Noah Cyrus, 'All Falls Down'

Clarke huffed as she was pushed down onto her knees before Octavia removed the burlap bag that had hidden her identity from the populace as she'd been marched through the streets of Polis. She set her jaw when Octavia's now-bruised face came into view and tightened it when after a moment, Lexa's face was visible through the bright sunlight pouring in behind her.

Clarke couldn't help it; her heart jumped just a little when she saw that strong jawline, the bright mossy eyes, the slight purse of her lips. She hated herself for it, but Lexa was so beautiful that Clarke almost felt it would be an honor to be killed by her.

Lexa, to her credit, kept her facial expression unreadable as she took in their matching bruises and cuts and then looked behind them to her sentries. "Leave us."

Once the door closed behind the guards, Lexa nodded a little at Octavia, who pulled her knife out. Clarke flinched reflexively, but Octavia merely bent over and sliced through her bindings as Lexa pulled the gag from her mouth.

Clarke's eyes darted back and forth between them, deeply disoriented. Lexa put her hand out and Clarke took it suspiciously and stood, her eyes narrowing.

"What.. the hell is this?"

Octavia lifted herself to sit on a marbled table, her legs swinging off the ground as Lexa untied the gag from around Clarke's neck and tossed it aside.

"Sorry for the, yunno," Octavia gestured at their faces. "We had a tail from the time we left the trading post, and she tried to escape."

Lexa clicked her tongue, looking concerned. "Where is the tail now?"

"Disappeared just before we reached Polis. It's a chick, the footprints were small. That's all I know. She kept her distance."

Lexa paced, her duster sweeping the floor behind her, "But you think she's Azgeda."

"Probably. I put on a show, gave away nothing, but.. Could still be a problem."

Lexa waved her hand a little dismissively. "Azgeda is always a problem. We'll deal with them when we must."

Clarke just stood in the middle of the throne room, blue eyes tracking back and forth between Lexa and Octavia almost comically fast as she grew more and more confused before finally snapping, "Excuse me, but what the fuck?"

Lexa nodded at Octavia once more and she dropped off the edge of the table and paused near Clarke. "Sorry for mangling your face, but you did get mine first, Princess."

Clarke felt like she was losing her mind when Octavia made a familiar obscene gesture at Lexa, and Lexa made it right back, smiling as Octavia closed the massive doors behind her, her silhouette standing post in the hallway. Clarke rubbed her face as she tried to reconcile what had just happened with reality as she knew it, forgetting about the gouge on her temple from the tree. She winced, hissing a little when she hit it.

Lexa bit her lower lip and gestured at the dais. "Sit. Let me clean it."

Too exhausted and confused to generate a verbal response, much less a physical one, Clarke shuffled over and dropped down onto it silently.

Lexa shed her mantle and jacket before joining her on the dais with a bowl of water and a small pile of rags. She stayed quiet as she began cleaning Clarke's face gently and Clarke, who had been craving her contact for months, closed her eyes and let herself enjoy the tender touch.

Lexa continued, speaking quietly. "Our people are angry about the mountain, Clarke. They don't understand what you and I do—that a leader must make choices like this. All they see is that the mountain would have kept all forty-seven of our people and continued bleeding them; that they would die while the maunon waited for enough Skaikru marrow for the whole population. And all Skaikru sees is that they would have been forced to undergo the procedure whether they wanted to or not."

Clarke opened her eyes, searching hers quietly. "What do you see?"

Lexa shrugged, returning the rag to the bowl and wringing it out. "You did what you thought was best for your people. The same choice I would have made, had they offered it to me." The wound dealt with, she began cleaning the rest of Clarke's face and neck gently. "You made a bad situation worse and shattered the fragile peace between us and Skaikru. You're also as responsible for the deaths on the mountain as we are." She paused, lowering the rag a little and looking into her eyes, her voice quiet. "And you hurt me, Klarke."

Clarke looked down at her lap, picking at some of the dirt under her fingernails. "I didn't want to. You believe that, don't you?"

"Yes." Lexa picked up the rag and continued cleaning her up. "But you did."

Her voice was quiet when she responded. "I'm sorry, Lexa."

Her lips pursed again. "I'm sorry too, Clarke."

Clarke's brows furrowed a little. "What are you sorry about?"

Having cleaned her as much as possible without a proper bath, Lexa set the bowl aside and stayed quiet for a moment, taking a breath and steeling herself.

"As I said, the 13 clans are still angry. You're only alive because I issued a kill order on anyone who harmed you. I can't exactly just let you go, you'll be killed. And I can't exactly have you stay in Polis as a guest while things are still so volatile. We'll both be killed."

Clarke's face began to darken with suspicion, and she spoke slowly and carefully. "So what is it you're planning to do with me, exactly, Commander?"

Lexa bit her lip. "For the time being, you will stay here, in Polis Tower. As a prisoner."

Clarke's eyebrows went up and she stood quickly, her voice low but firm. "Like hell I will."

"I'm sorry, Clarke. You don't have a choice in the matter, and I've made my choice already."

Clarke crossed her arms, glowering and staring her down, every muscle in her body tensing and readying for a fight. "You're not gonna keep me locked up in a cage, Lexa. I won't let you. If I'm such a prized target, then make your people happy. Kill me."

Lexa's eyes were flashing as she stood, her voice laced with tension. "I can't do that."

"Why not?" Clarke snapped, leaning into her a little. "Is Azgeda right about you? Are you too weak, Heda? Why don't you call Octavia back in, I'm sure Wanheda would be more than happy to do your dirty work for you since you guys are such buddies now." Clarke's face moved even closer to Lexa's, her eyes narrowed and angry and a clipped tone to her voice when she spoke again that she'd meant to sound dismissive but came out thick with jealousy instead. "What, did you screw her, too, Lexa?"

Before she even realized what she was doing, the flat of Lexa's hand connected with Clarke's cheek, stunning both of them. Clarke's hand immediately went to her own cheek, looking at Lexa in disbelief. Lexa just stood there, pale as a ghost, her jaw trembling a little. "Jok, I'm sor—"

She didn't get an opportunity to finish that thought before Clarke grabbed her roughly and pressed her lips to hers. Lexa gasped and immediately kissed her back, parting her lips and welcoming Clarke's tongue between them. Not breaking contact for a moment, they walked back until the backs of Lexa's knees met the dais. Lexa looped her arms around her neck as she sat, pulling Clarke with her.

Clarke straddled her lap and grabbed at the line of buttons on her pants, unceremoniously yanking them open one after another. Lexa slid her hands down Clarke's heated body towards her hips and Clarke broke the kiss, kneeling up higher and putting her hand on the Commander's chest. She leaned back, pushing Lexa's upper body against the back of the dais and holding her there.

Lexa looked at her with heavily dilated pupils, her breathing labored. Clarke's hand slid between her thighs, rubbing against her through her pants and Lexa moaned deeply, lifting her hips to push back. Still holding her down, Clarke shifted one leg between hers, grinding herself on her thigh and pressing the already-damp seam of Lexa's pants into her sex.

Lexa's eyelids fluttered, her head tilting back and a breathy, "Klarke," escaping her lips with the pronounced click that drove her crazy.

Clarke slid her hand inside her opened pants, running her fingers over her parted folds, moaning low in the back of her throat as Lexa's wetness quickly coated her fingers. Lexa let her head hang over the back of the dais, trying to thrust her hips onto the fingers she craved, but Clarke kept them just out of reach, lightly teasing them over her swollen sex and clit.

Lexa writhed beneath her, her hands going to Clarke's hips and raising her thigh more firmly against Clarke's center, drawing another, louder moan from her. Clarke circled her fingertips around her entrance before easily sliding two inside her. Lexa gasped her name again, arching back and digging her nails into Clarke's ass, pulling her harder against her leg.

Clarke's eyes closed briefly and she shuddered as she rode Lexa's thigh, pressing her fingers deeper into her and curling them against her grasping walls. Lexa cried out beneath Clarke as she came quickly, shuddering and throwing her head back against the dais.

Clarke slowed her grinding to watch her come down from her crisis, cheeks flushed and chest heaving. She leaned in and let her lips and teeth mark a path to Lexa's ear, her tongue tracing her earlobe for a moment before whispering, "God, Lexa.. I barely touched you."

Lexa panted, her cheeks quickly turning red. "Sorry. I, uh.."

"Don't apologize." Clarke ran her tongue over the hollow between her neck and shoulder, starting to rub herself against Lexa's thigh again. "That was so fucking hot." She slid her fingers free, drawing a soft moan from Lexa as she brought them to her own lips, running her tongue over them deliberately.

When she'd licked every drop of Lexa from her fingers, she set that hand on her chest as well, pushing her more firmly against the dais and spreading her own legs wider over her lap. Lexa pushed her pants down her hips as far as she could and slid her hands up the insides of her thighs.

Clarke ducked her head down to kiss her again, her nails scratching across her collarbones as she mumbled into her lips. "Fuck me, Lexa.. I wanna feel you inside me, your fingers, your tongue, I wa—" her words quickly turned into a loud moan when Lexa entered her in one fluid motion.

Clarke moved one hand to the back of the dais and slid the other over Lexa's wrist, lifting herself up and back down, pushing Lexa's fingers deeper inside herself. Lexa squeezed her thighs together as her arousal built up again quickly, the sight of Clarke using her hand like it was a toy making her practically shake with need.

Lexa watched through heavily lidded eyes as Clarke fucked herself on her hand and distractedly slid her free hand down her abdomen, rubbing herself lightly.

"More, I need more," Clarke moaned as she rode Lexa's hand shamelessly, gasping when she folded a third finger into her clenching heat and brushed her thumb lightly over her clit. "God, you feel amazing." Clarke steadily built up a rhythm again on her fingers, tilting her head down for a kiss, but pausing when she saw what Lexa was doing.

Clarke sighed her name breathlessly as she watched Lexa touching herself, slowing her hip movements. "Spread your legs more."

Lexa slid down a little, spreading her knees as far as the pants still around her legs would allow. Clarke shifted herself slightly for a better view, her voice husky with arousal and punctuated with soft moans as she continued fucking herself with Lexa's hand. "Inside, go ins—fuck—inside.."

Lexa obediently slid two fingers inside herself as well, pumping them in time with Clarke's rhythm, which had begun speeding up again. "Fuck, Lexa. I'm—I'm almost—"

Three rapid knocks sounded on the door just then, and a look of panic swept over Lexa's face as she quickly pulled her hand from between her thighs. "Jok, that's Octavia's signal, someone's coming."

A shudder passed through Clarke as she tightened her grip on her wrist and mumbled with labored breath, "Yeah, me in a second, so don't you dare fucking stop. Or say her name when you're inside me again, ever."

Lexa looked at her pleadingly as a knock sounded followed by Titus's voice. "Heda?"

Clarke leaned forward and bit her neck lightly, then sucked at it, drawing a moan from her. "Get rid of him before I come."

Lexa did her best to keep her voice steady. "Ste au! Can—ugh—can it wait?"

"I am afraid not, Heda. May I come in? We must speak immediately."

A beat as Clarke thrust her hips and released her wrist, reaching between them to rub Lexa's clit instead with a devilish smile. Lexa threw her free arm across her mouth, biting into it to muffle her gasp.

"Heda?"

Lexa glared at Clarke, who was still fucking against her hand and circling her clit unapologetically. "I am fine, Titus. I am just—jok—busy." Clarke swept her finger directly over her clit, causing Lexa to arch hard and moan loudly.

The embarrassment was clear in TItus' voice. "I apologize, Heda. I did not realize you were—ah, I will.. Wait until I am sent for."

"Bos-leidon-Titus," Lexa cried out as one word, shaking with Clarke's fingers working her sensitive clit and bringing her to the edge again quickly. Lexa came harder than before, crying Clarke's name into her arm and shuddering hard. Clarke kept rolling her hips, still riding her as she watched her face clenching up in pleasure and then slowly relaxing.

Lexa panted her name with every breath as she came down, gently pushing Clarke's hand away from her overstimulated sex while rubbing tight circles over Clarke's eager clit. "I wish I could taste you, Klarke." Her voice was tired, strained, but it set Clarke off all the same, and she quickly pressed her lips to Lexa's, crying into her mouth as she came, her body tensing and jerking against hers.

Clarke let go of her hand and lowered herself to rest against her for a few minutes, their eyes closed and breathing labored. Lexa quietly wrapped her arms around her, needing her close.

She wished she could stop time right then; just the two of them, like this. She wanted to curl up with Clarke and go to sleep, and she wanted Titus and whatever new problem he'd brought her to just go away. She wanted the clans to solve their own problems once in awhile and for Skaikru and Azgeda to stop antagonizing each other, and part of her even wanted the world to just disappear so she and Clarke didn't have to worry about their people anymore.

In that moment she felt like a small, fragile girl that might shatter any second; yet with Clarke there, she felt safe enough to shatter.

"What happens if I let you put me in a cage?" Clarke's voice was surprisingly small and sounded like she might shatter, too.

Lexa closed her eyes briefly, enjoying the weight of Clarke's body on hers. "It would be a room much like this. You just.. Couldn't leave it."

Clarke shifted a little so she could rest her head on her shoulder. "But you could come in. Whenever you wanted." Lexa nodded, and Clarke ran her fingertips idly back and forth over her collarbone. "And we could do this?" Another nod.

Clarke didn't say anything else for a minute and Lexa stayed quiet as well, letting her mull it over for a bit. The agreement, when it came, was laced with fear and nervousness and a very clear reluctance. It broke Lexa's heart as she held onto Clarke with every bit of strength she had.

She kept reminding herself that it was only temporary, it was just to give the clans a little time to move on from what had happened on the mountain; that it wouldn't be long until she and Clarke could live as partners. She kept reminding herself this was just another sacrifice they had to make for their people.

She kept reminding herself that she was Heda, because being there with Clarke's half naked body pressed against hers like a blanket, both of them sated and sleepy and safe, she only felt like Leksa.
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Gravity | Book I: Amidst the Chaos