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Face stained in the ceiling
Why does it keep saying
"I don't have to see you right now"
"I don't have to see you right now"?
Digging like you can bury
Something that cannot die
Or we could wash the dirt off our hands now
Keep it from living underground

- Local Natives, ‘Mt. Washington’

Clarke was curled up on her side in the bed, facing away from the door. The wall opposite her was already covered in drawings she’d done of all the people and places she loved; more than a few of them featured the Commander herself. Lexa smiled lightly despite the guilt weighing heavily in the pit of her stomach as she surveyed the excessive evidence of just how much the girl from the stars truly loved her.

Her voice was smaller than she’d intended when she softly called out, “Clarke?”

Clarke must have been awake already, because she rolled over quickly to look at her. The hurt on her face was as readable as ever. Her Skaiplana had never been very good at hiding her feelings; it was one of the things Lexa loved most about her.

Lexa felt her eyes already starting to water, her voice gentle. “I’m so sorry, Klark. I don’t know why I said that, but I didn’t me—”

“It’s okay,” Clarke responded, her voice just as soft. “I’m sorry, too. I shouldn’t have.. I wasn’t trying to—to make your decisions for you, honestly. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

Lexa tentatively sat on the edge of the bed. “I know. You’re just worried.” She nodded a little. “People sometimes do not realize that they are trying to control someone they care about when they are worried and think they can prevent or fix their pain for them.”

Clarke pushed herself to sit up as well. “Like Titus?”

“Or Gustus.”

Clarke pulled her legs to her chest, wrapping her arms around them and resting her chin on her knees. “Or Bellamy with Octavia?”

Lexa nodded a little. “It is.. difficult. When the people you trust with your life do not trust you with your own.” Her jaw tilted upwards a little. “However, that does not excuse my behavior. What I said was wrong. I did not mean to hurt you either, niron. I am your people, and you are mine.”

Clarke raised her eyes to hers unsurely, her tone sadder than Lexa could bear. “We’re all each others’ people, right?”

Lexa regarded her quietly, her gaze locked to hers. “Yes. But it is stronger between us; different. You are.. more than my people, because you’re you.”

A smile slowly spread across Clarke’s lips. “You’re more than my people, too. You’re my.. person.”

“I like that.” Lexa smiled as well, her lack of wrist bracer leading her to fiddle with her sleeve instead. “You’re my person, too, Klark.”

Clarke reached out and curled her fingers through Lexa’s hair, brushing her knuckles against her cheek affectionately as her eyes closed briefly. There was still a tiny knot in the pit of her stomach that seemed to be reluctant to believe they were okay, and an even smaller, deeper. more painful knot that didn’t quite forgive Lexa for what she had said either. But she buried them down deeper in her gut and resolved to cover them in Murphy’s snacks later until she couldn’t feel it anymore. Maybe even drown them with some of the scotch they’d found stocked inside the kitchen.

“Can we just..” Lexa turned a little and gently tugged her down onto the bed with her, guiding her arm around her waist and pressing back against her snugly.

Clarke felt herself instinctively relaxing against Lexa’s back, holding onto her tightly and bending her knees just enough to press them against the backs of Lexa’s thighs. She felt Lexa settle into her like she was a protective shell, their bodies intertwined tighter than a braid as sleep began to overtake them both.

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Clarke woke to Lexa moaning softly in her sleep. Groggily she rolled onto her side and propped herself up to look down at her.

Lexa’s wild hair was adhered across her forehead and cheeks, her lips parted and brow furrowed. She was utterly drenched in sweat and she was incredibly pale, the dark rings beneath her eyes more prominent than usual.

Clarke tentatively rubbed her arm and called her name softly, but she moaned louder, her limbs jerking slightly.

Clarke cleared her throat and called out a little louder, gently shaking her, and jumped when she startled awake, gasping loudly.

“Lexa! Lexa, it’s okay, you’re safe. I’m right here.”

Lexa shuddered, her chest heaving as she glanced at the still unfamiliar surroundings in a panic. It took a moment for her eyes to lock gaze with the concerned blue ones beside her, but when they did she quickly curled into Clarke’s chest. Another shudder escaped her as she tried to catch her breath, Clarke’s arms immediately encircling her protectively.

Clarke’s voice was gentle as could be when she whispered, rocking her tenderly, “You’re okay. You’re okay now, I’ve got you.”

Lexa just clung to her more tightly, still shaky and breathing heavily. After a few minutes, she mumbled into Clarke’s cleavage, “Mmfed…”

“What’s that?” Clarke tilted her head just enough to look at the side of her face.

Lexa turned a bit, her eyes closed tightly, and nearly whimpered. “My head. It hurts.”

“How bad?” Clarke gently brushed her fingertips over her temple, feeling every muscle in her body tense as though she could physically fight and destroy the source of her misery for her.

“Feels like a pauna is stomping on it.”

Lexa’s face was clenched tightly in pain, broadcasting it so loudly that Clarke felt sick as she continued in a whisper, “Please get Abby.”

Clarke had never quite understood why people said their ‘blood ran cold’ until that moment, because she suddenly felt as though there was ice in her veins. “Okay.” Her voice was far too small for the amount of panic she felt, but she carefully disentangled herself from Lexa and left her curled into a tight ball on her side. Once she left their room, she broke into a brisk jog towards the lab.

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The pills Abby had given Lexa should have knocked her out for hours, so Clarke was surprised to find Lexa awake and sitting up in bed when she returned with a dinner tray.

“Hey.. How are you feeling?”

Lexa turned toward her slowly, her lips forming a slack smile. “Clarke! You’re here..”

Clarke set the tray down on the nightstand with a smirk. “Oh, boy, are you high.”

“I cannot be high, Clarke. I am on the ground,” she slurred before laughing at her own joke. “I feel wonderful.”

Clarke shook her head a little bit and sat on the edge of the bed. “Yeah, it looks like you’re having a pretty good time right now.”

Lexa’s eyes dropped to the nightstand and then went wide. “You brought food. How did you know I was hungry?”

“Well, you haven’t eaten since last night, so I just guessed.”

She turned her wide eyes back to Clarke, sniffling as her voice rapidly grew emotional. “You are so smart. You must be the smartest and most thoughtful person on the whole planet.”

Clarke gave her a small, amused smile, and cupped her cheek. “Don’t cry about it..”

Lexa peered at her intently, cupping her hands over both of her cheeks. “They’re happy tears. I am so lucky to have the smartest, most beautiful girl right here in my bed..”

Clarke rubbed her back gently, hugging her close. She held her like that for a few quiet minutes before she felt Lexa turn her face to kiss the side of her neck softly. She closed her eyes briefly, a quiet moan in the back of her throat as she instinctually tilted her head.

“What’re you doin’?”

Lexa mumbled her response against the tender flesh just behind her ear. “Is it not obvious? We didn’t get to have make-up sex yet.”

Reluctantly, Clarke leaned away, holding her a bit tighter to prevent her from following. “I don’t think that’s a good idea right now. You’re pretty drugged up.”

A look of hurt flashed across Lexa’s face and tugged at the inside of Clarke’s chest. “I am not that drugged up, Klark.” She pouted—actually pouted—and Clarke had to look away from her plump lower lip before she lost sight of why, exactly, she was denying her. “Besides, I would feel no differently if I did not have those pills. You know that.”

“Drugged up enough for me to feel kinda weird about touching you,” Clarke countered, doing her best to keep her gaze trained anywhere but on Lexa. She was unsuccessful, and the sudden grin that overtook Lexa’s face made her mildly nervous. Despite the fact that she sensed she would regret asking, she let her eyes meet Lexa’s and bit her lip. “What?”

In an impressive and surprisingly graceful move for the stoned Commander, Lexa twisted and swung her leg around so she was straddling Clarke’s lap. Clarke let out an involuntary moan when their hips met, and she felt her resolve beginning to melt away when Lexa slid her hands beneath her shirt and over her ribs. She kissed her way across her collarbone, mumbling against her skin. “You do not have to touch me. I will do all the touching.”

Lexa bit down lightly on her earlobe, drawing another soft moan from Clarke’s lips. “Lexa..” Clarke’s voice was nearly a whine; if Lexa kept this up both her mind and her morals would be out the window in no time.

Lexa huffed a little as she climbed off her lap, sitting back against the pillows with her arms crossed. “Spichen! Dison laik gapaskrish.”

Clarke smiled a little, amused by this petulant version of Lexa. “The pills will wear off in like, another hour or two, and then we can have as much sex as you want. I promise.”

“Fine,” Lexa let out a puff of air and gazed at her disappointedly for a minute before her face lit up once more. Clarke barely had time to worry about what was making her grin now when she started shimmying out of the sweatpants she wore.

“Lexa..”

“Don’t worry, Klark. This is not for you.” Clarke’s eyes widened a little when the rest of her clothing followed as fast as her unsteady hands would allow, until the Commander lay bare before her. “If you will not help me, I will take care of it myself.”

Clarke swallowed hard, her mouth quickly going dry as she let her eyes run appreciatively back and forth over her lithe, muscular form. Her voice was husky as she quietly responded, “Okay.”

Lexa shifted so she was angled more towards Clarke and rested back on the pillows. Without preamble she slid her hands over her breasts, her nipples already hard. She ran her nails lightly around and then over them. Her eyes were locked onto Clarke’s face as her fingers deftly rolled and teased her nipples.

The tips of Clarke’s ears turned red, as they always did when she was turned on, and her breathing sped up just enough to be noticeable. Lexa smiled somewhat sweetly at her, running one hand over her own hip, her nails scratching lightly over the curve of it, then spread her legs apart and bent them slightly upwards at the knee.

Clarke’s breath hitched in her throat as her gaze fell directly between Lexa’s thighs, where her slightly parted lips already glistened with arousal. She chewed at her lip, watching Lexa slide her palm over herself, rubbing gently.

Lexa’s eyes fluttered closed briefly and she let out an exaggerated moan that nonetheless shot a streak of fire straight into Clarke’s core. Noting the effect she was having on her Skaiplana, Lexa smiled devilishly and spread her legs further, enhancing the view for her as she dipped a slender finger inside herself. She curled it gently, her hips already thrusting lightly as she withdrew the finger that was now coated in her wetness.

“Jesus, Lexa,” Clarke managed to choke out, her eyes glued to the finger she desperately wanted in her mouth right then.

Lexa quirked an eyebrow at her, wiggling her finger and holding it out to her. “It’s just a finger, Klark..”

Well.

She had a point, kind of.

Clarke groaned internally, well aware that she was playing with fire at this point; but she was only human, for fuck’s sake. The crack in her resolve split further as she grasped Lexa’s wrist gently and wrapped her lips around her dripping finger, tracing every crease and knuckle with her tongue.

They moaned in unison, and Lexa’s breathing became more labored at the sight of Clarke’s superbly skilled mouth work her finger over. Clarke released it with an audible pop of her lips and a dissatisfied sigh when she could no longer detect the taste of her on it.

Eager for the return of Clarke’s mouth, Lexa’s hand moved between her thighs once more, and this time two fingers pressed past her clenching entrance. She tried to curl them into the soft spot Clarke never seemed to have trouble locating, to no avail.

Her heavily-lidded eyes watched Clarke’s entranced face as she pumped her fingers slowly within her drenched center, gathering as much of her arousal as she could before withdrawing and offering them to Clarke again.

There was no hesitation this time.

Clarke quickly took her fingers into her mouth, licking and sucking them earnestly, determined not to waste a drop of the sweet, sticky fluid. Lexa, spurred on by Clarke’s unmitigated desire, dropped her other hand down and began circling her fingertips over her clit with purpose. Her hips rolled against the bed as she switched hands, pressing the fingers that were now coated in Clarke’s saliva inside herself with a guttural moan.

Clarke ran her tongue determinedly around each curved knuckle and the sensitive spaces between, unconsciously grinding her own hips against the seam of her jeans. The hand that wasn’t holding Lexa’s wrist steady fluttered between her own thighs, pressing into herself briefly, but she was far too distracted by Lexa’s swollen, dripping heat fluttering before her to worry about getting herself off just then.

Lexa rubbed the pulsing bud of her clit harder, her back arching against the bed as her body tightened and began to shake. She chanted Clarke’s name like a mantra as the wave of pleasure crashed down on her and released a flood of wetness over her hand, down her thighs, and onto the sheet beneath her.

Clarke inhaled sharply, her jaw clenching unconsciously around the fingers between her lips as she watched Lexa coming around her own hand and crying out her name as she did.

Lexa let out a minor squeak as her shuddering body collapsed back onto the pillows. “Klark.. my finger,” she gasped out.

It took Clarke a moment to realize what she was talking about, and when she did, her jaw dropped immediately, releasing the fingers that now bore indentations in the shape of her teeth in them.

“Oh, fuck. I’m sorry!” Clarke flushed deep red with humiliation. Had she really just bitten her? And not even for pleasure; just because she was a complete mess.

But Lexa just laughed, her chest still heaving and aftershock vibrations jerking her limbs.

Clarke reddened even further. “It’s not funny! I bit you.”

Lexa shrugged a little, hair plastered to her forehead with sweat. “It is not the first time, and I hope it will not be the last.”

“That’s—this is different than..”

Lexa struggled a little to sit up, her hips still twitching slightly, and she cupped Clarke’s cheek with her bitten hand. “It barely hurt. You can make it up to me when you feel a sufficient amount of time has passed since I ate those delightful pills to do so.”

Clarke smiled a very little bit and turned her head, kissing her fingers softly. “I can do that.”

Lexa leaned in further, kissing her chastely before smiling into the kiss.

“Then I will be ‘that’,” she mumbled against Clarke’s lips, delighting when she felt her smiling back against her own.

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Clarke and Lexa hurried into the den area looking rumpled, their cheeks flushed. Octavia glanced up from the couch where she was laughing quietly over something with Echo, and rolled her eyes. “Really, again? I thought Heda had a killer headache. You guys are like animals.”

Clarke’s cheeks turned even redder, the image of tooth-shaped bruises popping into her head once more, but Lexa nonchalantly dropped to the couch next to her and shrugged. “Not anymore. And humans are animals, with the same basic needs. The last time you and Lincoln argued, you had make-up sex on the floor in the throne room at least twice.”

Octavia’s eyes went comically wide and Luna, who was just coming into the room behind a frazzled-looking Raven, snorted with amusement. Clarke grinned widely and joined them on the couch, squeezing herself between the arm and Lexa’s hip, enjoying the streak of red that shot across Octavia’s face as she tried to stutter a response several times before just giving up.

Murphy was lounging on a giant floor pillow eating some kind of jerky, looking vaguely annoyed. He let out a heavy sigh. “Next time we go on an away mission, we’re bringing Bellamy. There’s just way too much chick energy around here.”

Octavia, having had no response for Lexa’s teasing, jumped at the opportunity to share the pain. She leaned forward a bit and addressed him gently. “Your crush on my brother is noted.”

Murphy turned crimson and looked around the room quickly for help, apparently deciding Echo was his best bet, and settled his gaze on her. “That’s ridiculous. I don’t have a crush on Bellamy.”

Echo smirked lightly. “We know. You’re in love with him.”

“There’s literally no one here that I don’t hate right now.” Murphy mumbled, resigning himself to gazing at his jerky.

Raven clapped her hands a few times, her voice tense and over-caffienated. “Okay, as much as I’d love to watch you all beat up on Murphy for the rest of our lives, they’re gonna be very short if we don’t come up with a solution to this new problem.”

“What new problem?” Clarke, Octavia, and Murphy asked in unison, with varying degrees of resignation and annoyance.

“Well..” Raven glanced at Abby, whose grim look affirmed the severity of the situation. “We can’t make Nightblood here.”

Clarke frowned at the duo immediately. “I thought the lab had everything you needed.”

“Almost everything, as it turns out. The one thing the lab doesn’t have is zero-g.” Raven bit her lip. “I won’t bore you all with the details—”

“Little late for that,” Murphy interrupted dryly.

Raven shot him a glare before continuing. “But the point is, we’re gonna have to go somewhere that does have zero g. We’re gonna have to go to space.”

Everyone except Abby stared at Raven like she was crazy, and it was Octavia who finally spoke, everything about her posture and tone oozing weariness and aggravation. “And exactly how the fuck are we gonna do that? The dropship is a burned out husk, Jaha’s old missile isn’t good for anything but scrap metal and probably cancer, and I’m pretty sure Becca’s transport in Polis would explode the minute it hit atmo, at best.”

Raven gave her a bit of a nervous sideways glance and appeared to steel herself before she spoke again, her voice inappropriately casual for the situation.

“Well.. You know how there’s a rocket in the lab?”

“Unless your buddy Becca left a copy of “Rocket Launching For Dummies” in Lexa’s head, there’s a rocket in the lab that nobody here knows how to fly,” Murphy pointed out with jerk of his thumb towards Lexa, who scowled in return. “You’re a mechanic, Raven. Not a pilot. Or a magician.”

Luna’s features tightened a little, her voice firm despite the worry lines creasing her forehead. “She can do it. There’s no one on the planet smarter than Raven.”

Raven shrugged. “I came down to Earth in a rocket. How much harder can it be to go up in one?” Off everyone’s looks, she let out a nervous giggle. “It’s just like falling, but, you know. Backwards.”

The room was silent for a minute.

“Well,” Murphy said, standing up with a heavy sigh, “I’m gonna go get that Scotch now. Might as well get plastered since we’re all dead either way.”

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Lexa shut her eyes tightly, taking a deep breath and slowly letting it out. Her fingers unconsciously twitched in her lap, and she felt Clarke slide her hand into hers, giving it a gentle squeeze. A series of beeps sounded as the ship lurched sideways and then back, flinging them forward against the seat belts and then slamming them back into the wall again. Lexa's grip on Clarke's hand tightened as her stomach turned over on itself.

"No! No, no, no! Damn it!" Raven continued to let loose a string of extraordinarily creative obscenities and slammed her hand on the control panel when the alarm sounded, followed by the computer's voice.

"Warning. Warning. Brace for impact. Mission failed. Exterior damage: 100%. Cargo destruction: 100%. Fatality: 100%."

Raven let out a frustrated scream and slapped the panel again before putting her face in her hands. Luna unbuckled her belt and scooted across the shuttle's curved seat to put her arms around her, murmuring soft words in her ear.

Lexa didn't even realize she'd been holding her breath until Clarke squeezed her hand again gently. Clarke quietly unbuckled both of their belts and helped a shaky Lexa to her feet. Clarke affectionately patted Luna's back as she helped Lexa out of the rocket and down the steps.

Murphy was laying on the floor with one arm bent behind his head and the other stuffing his face with some kind of chips from a silver bag. "Let me guess. Raven killed us all again?"

Clarke gave him a look as she escorted a traumatized-looking Lexa to the couch. "Shut up, Murphy." She sat next to Lexa, her hand on her back and rubbing her thigh lightly. "Hey.. It's gonna be okay. Raven will figure it out, she always does. She's the smartest person in any room."

Lexa looked up at her, her face still a little green. "Is that how it was when you came to the ground?"

Clarke shrugged a little. "It sucks for a minute, but it all happens really fast."

"Yeah. You don't even have time to puke more than once or twice." Murphy tossed a chip into the air, catching it expertly in his mouth.

Clarke glared at him over the back of the couch. "Could you be less helpful?"

Murphy seemed to consider it. "Probably, but to be fair I'm not trying that hard."

Clarke was looking for something to throw at him until Raven snapped from inside the rocket, "Murphy! Get your ass in here and bring me that journal."

Clarke watched with vague amusement as Murphy stood quickly. "Oh, so I get sass, but Raven gets results?"

Murphy shrugged as he grabbed the worn leather-bound journal from the table. "She scares me a lot more than you do." Off Clarke's raised eyebrow, he elaborated as he headed for the rocket. "I'm betting you don't know what chemicals to use to melt someone, and I'm betting she does." He pointed at her with the journal as Raven yelled his name again.

Clarke shook her head a little and turned back to Lexa, whose shaking was finally starting to ease. "By the time we actually go up—if we go up—the whole thing will be second nature for you. That's why we're doing the simulation ride-alongs, right?"

"Right." Lexa nodded and laced her fingers through hers, resting her head on her shoulder. "What is it like up there?"

Clarke smiled a little, running her nails comfortingly up and down Lexa's arm. "Pretty amazing. There's windows where you can look out, away from Earth, and all you see is this infinity of stars. It feels like you can reach out and touch the whole universe at once."

Lexa smiled, tracing her fingertips over her hand, circling her knuckles idly. "That's how it feels waking up to you."

Clarke's smile grew wider, and she kissed the top of her head softly. "You're such a cornball sometimes, Commander Snugglebutt."

Lexa smacked her thigh lightly. "I told you not to call me that in front of people."

"There's no people here. Just family." Lexa rolled her eyes, but she was smiling lightly as she curled against Clarke a little tighter.

Abby peeked around the corner just then. "Lexa, can I borrow you?"

"It's only been a couple hours since the last time," Clarke answered before Lexa could, her voice tightening.

Lexa gently pulled loose of Clarke's arms and stood, her voice soft. "It's okay, Clarke. I'm fine, and Becca agrees."

She watched with a funny expression as Abby led Lexa around and back into the lab, mumbling under her breath, "That's comforting."

Clarke couldn't exactly put her finger on why just yet, but she definitely was beginning to have concerns about Becca's level of interest in keeping Lexa alive. After all, Becca was the one who instituted jus drein jus daun, who came up with love is weakness. Becca had handcrafted the society Lexa had turned onto its head.

If she really let herself think about it too hard, the only person Becca could theoretically want dead more than Lexa would be herself. And of course, Lexa dismissed those concerns and had started getting annoyed anytime Clarke brought it up. But what else could she expect? How could you convince someone that their own brain was lying to them?

Clarke just hoped she was wrong.
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