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Please be kind. I have only ever watched 2 episodes but I have heard so much about this show and the two leading ladies are Aussie like me.

I want to thank my beta and researcher Jessicapinkj18 for helping me write this and helping me with a foreign language. She knows I can't say or spell it so we just call it the T language.

For those waiting for Dot to Dot my Rookie Blue story I haven't forgotten it. I just went flat and needed new inspiration to write.

The battle had been raged and won. Clarke and Lexa had combined their skills and defeated the Mountain men side by side. The people had chanted Heda and Skaiprisa from the moment Lexa had the victory horn blown.

The battle had lasted most of the night and people were injured and fatigued. The more fortunate ones helped relocate the injured back to Camp Jaha and into the care of Abby and her medical team.

They had spent the day preparing their dead. They would continue to tomorrow before they would have a passing ceremony.

In the meantime celebrations had started out in Camp Jaha. Firstly amongst the skaikru, indulging in Monty's moonshine as they laughed and danced. Then the grounders started to join in slowly and the moonshine was shared amongst all.

Clarke was a cup and a half into the moonshine and actively trying to avoid Bellamy who had a jug and was trying to do "top ups". Clarke could do without having her glass replenished all the time. Raven, Jasper and Octavia weren't so fortunate and it was telling. They staggered around arm in arm as they tried to stay upright and Clarke could only shake her head and offer a smile. They deserved a bit of fun after the war. Let them have tonight.

Looking around for a familiar dark head she spotted Lexa sitting around a fire with her trusted Warriors including Indra and her bodyguards. While the atmosphere wasn't solemn it wasn't exactly jovial either. She continued to stare at the commander while her stomach did a little flip and her thoughts were drawn back to their kiss. Was it just yesterday? It felt like an eon ago. A different time and place. She had no idea what possessed Lexa to kiss her or for her to kiss the commander back. Ok that was a lie, she had thought the dark haired woman beautiful from the start. Despite the heavy war paint. Plus they had been great allies and friends and there had been more, times when she had felt the attraction between them, secrets shared. Lexa had dropped her guard on a couple of occasions for her to see something in those green eyes that had proven to her that the Heda did in fact possess a heart.

She was brought out of her reverie by a thump on her back and she stumbled forward, turning to see Bellamy grinning behind her.

"Stop gawking like a lovesick fool" he grinned and Clarke sighed, rolling her eyes and shaking her head in denial.

"I have no idea what you're talking about" she scowled "and I think you've had enough moonshine" she reached for the jug but even inebriated he was quick, but not exactly graceful as he spun away straight into Jasper who caught him.

"Careful Bel"

"You know the commander looks way too sober" Bellamy slurred and before Clarke or the others could compute the meaning of his words he was off like a shot, staggering towards the commander and her group.

"Oh shit" Clarke whispered as she and the others headed after him but didn't reach him in time as he literally staggered into the group and it was only Lexa's quick reflexes that prevented him from face planting into the fire.

Jasper and Wick grabbed him from the disapproving Commander while Octavia and Raven apologized to the guards who had stood quickly at the intrusion lest someone dare assault their Heda.

"Mochof, thanks" Clarke told Lexa when she turned to her and one dark eyebrow arched "for not letting him fall in the fire" she expanded and received a nod of a dark head in return before Lexa took her seat again on the fallen log. Clarke looked around and saw Jasper and Wick had ushered Bellamy to the ground and propped him against a tree. Wick had managed to pry the jug of moonshine out of his grasp.

Raven and Octavia had managed to get the guards to relax, or maybe that was just because Lexa had given them a silent command to sit with the wave of her hand. The women decided that now they were here they might as well stay. Clarke swallowed hard as Lexa looked up from her seat on the log before shuffling further along and patting the spot beside her.

Ok so she guessed they were staying to socialize. Clarke took the seat with a sudden dry mouth and took a rather large sip of her moonshine. She tried desperately not to cough as it burned all the way down and her eyes watered. She became aware of Lexa watching her and it may have been the devil in her but she offered up the mug.

"No" came the quick reply and Clarke smirked

"So much for being a fearless warrior. Can't even handle a few mouthfuls of moonshine" she teased which caused her friend to scowl

"Not if it turns me into that" Lexa nodded to Bellamy who had his head tipped back against the tree and snoring.

"Trust me he's had a lot more than a few mouthfuls" Clarke laughed "more like a few mug fulls" Clarke shrugged and went to take another drink but a dark toned hand stopped her

"How many have you had?" Lexa questioned and Clarke raised a surprised brow. What did that have to do with anything?

"This is my second" she informed before she watched in disbelief as Lexa took the cup and downed the rest in a few gulps. She couldn't help but laugh when the dark haired woman scowled and gave a couple of coughs as it was stronger than she assumed.

"Way to go Commander" Wick called and came forward to top up the mug. Clarke expected her to decline the offer but she didn't. Then she expected her to hand the mug back, but she never. As time passed the sky people shared their drinks with the grounders around the fire. Banter ensued along with exaggerated stories of their battles the night before.

Clarke realized Indra was what people used to call a light weight, as in her inebriated state she even got up to demonstrate how she had taken down several Mountain men at once. Lexa ordered her to sit but Clarke could see the laughter in her eyes. It was the most expression Clarke had seen on the woman's face. Well besides a few personal moments. She shook herself, she would not think about that. She wasn't ready. Despite what her body told her.

One of Lexa's warriors beside her slapped the commander hard on the back making her wince and Clarke wondered if she might run him through but what the man said next had the conversation around the fire pit coming to a screeching halt

"It is well you did not accept the alliance offered by the Mountain Men Heda. We would not have such a cause to celebrate." He guffawed which was met by dead silence. Clarke could only stare at Lexa as her commander mask slid over her face again.

"What? Those animals offered you an alliance?" Octavia staggered outraged to her feet

"Yes" Lexa merely stated and Clarke felt her blood run cold at the thought.

"What was the offer?" She dared to ask in a whisper and green unreadable eyes turned on her.

"The release of my people and the assurance we would be left alone from now on" she informed and grimaced again as her warrior gave her another thump on the back.

"But we did not need such alliance. We killed those men and rescued our people. We shall not fear them again" he informed with another laugh, too drunk on moonshine and victory to see he was the only one still merry. Others realized a protected secret had been revealed. One that could destroy the fledgling alliance and trust between the two people.

"Why didn't you take it?" Clarke asked next. Clarke thinks she may have taken it, if offered to her. It would have meant protecting her people.

"I did not trust them. Or believe them. Once they had killed you they would have come for us eventually" Lexa stood hurriedly and offered the cup back to a still stunned Clarke before turning to the warrior who was drowning in his cup of moonshine. In a sharp blow that he never saw coming she knocked him back off his stump and out cold where he lay. "Leave him there. Hopefully the insects will find him before morning" she ordered before stalking off towards her tent.

Clarke watched her go, lost in her own thoughts. She knew the Commander well and knew she was hiding something. Maybe several things. As she sat there, thinking of all the lessons that Lexa had taught her she realized Lexa was lying. If she was Lexa she would have taken the alliance, it would have been the smart thing to do for her people. Ruling with her head. Gritting her teeth and taking a last sip of moonshine for courage she hastily stood and handing her drink to Raven, followed the brunettes footsteps towards her tent unaware that Indra watched her leave. The dark woman knowing she wasn't the only one who knew that her Heda had been lying earlier and knowing the blonde heading towards her Heda's tent was the real reason she hadn't accepted the alliance. Indra had not agreed at the time but maybe, maybe it would turn out for the best.

Clarke did not wait for permission to enter the tent, merely storming in, her accusation that Lexa was lying dying on her lips and her footsteps faltered at the sight in front of her.

Lexa stood with her back to her, her armor removed as well as her jacket leaving her in a blood stained undershirt.

"You're injured" she stated as she hurried forward. Lexa had frozen on her entrance, her body betraying her with the knowledge of who the intruder was at the moment Clarke entered. Now she merely shrugged and continued to wipe the war paint off with a wet cloth.

"Oh no. Don't you shrug. From all that blood, fresh and old, that must be a reasonable injury. Let me look" Clarke insisted close behind her.

"Clarke" Lexa protested but Clarke held up her hand.

"Don't, you're injured Lexa, you're warrior hit you on your back, twice" Clarke winced at the memory "no wonder you hit him"

Lexa sighed and put down the wash cloth before turning on Clarke completely.

"If he was not drunk on your spirits I would have let Indra run a dagger through him like she wanted to" she informed. "What is it you want Clarke?" She queried warily. She needed the blonde to leave. She was inebriated, tired and sore. She wanted to sleep. But with the blonde so close her body betrayed her with its need for the younger beauty.

"First you're gonna take off that shirt and lay face down on that bed while I get my supplies from my tent. Then you're going to tell me why you really declined the alliance" she informed and glared at the brunette when she opened her mouth to reply. She pointed at the bed and ordered "Nau (now)! You have five minutes" before she spun and headed for the entrance, barely pausing when she heard Lexa say after her

"Hodnes laik kwelnes."

Love is weakness.

Clarke paused once outside the tent as she finally understood. This one time Lexa had lead with her heart, not her head. Because of her. Because of her feelings for her. Clarke swallowed hard, not sure what to make of that. Right now she needed to heal Lexa, pushing aside all thoughts for later and headed for her tent.

Inside the tent Lexa sighed knowing Clarke had heard her and knowing she was the only person that Lexa would let boss her around. In private anyway. With a curse she stripped away her shirt, hissing as it ripped healing skin and made her way to lay face down on the bed.

Long minutes later and Lexa was still alone. The air was cool and soothing on her skin. If it wasn't for the burning of her wound she would have been asleep by now waiting for Clarke to return.

She heard footsteps approaching her tent and knew instantly they weren't Clarkes. She recognised them as Indra's. She wondered what her warrior wanted now and a scowl drew on her face as the woman let herself in. Lexa was infuriated at her audacity, even inebriated she should know better.

"Leave" she ordered.

Indra merely chuckled and approached her. Lexa opened her eyes and glared up at her only to find her carrying a bowl of what appeared to be steaming water.

"Chit ste disha (what is this)?" She demanded of her friend "I gave you an order"

"Tonight I follow the Skaiprisa's orders" Indra paused beside the bed and looked down at her Heda's back, her mirth leaving her as she placed the bowl down on a table beside the bed "she feared your wound was worse than you let on. She has gone to gather supplies from Nyko. Your wound should have been tended to earlier Heda"

"I have had worse" Lexa stated and informed "gon we" (go away)

This time Indra left reluctantly, knowing she was pushing things too far by staying. Something told her it was only because she informed Heda she was following skaiprisa's orders that allowed her to get away with entering the tent in the first place.

In the tent Lexa was having a hard time keeping her temper. Now Clarke was giving her people orders. What must they think? Ok well it had only been Indra and honestly if she was to fall in battle she would want her people to follow Clarkes orders. She was a good leader. But still that was beside the point. She was their Heda.

Once again she heard hurried footsteps approaching her tent and recognised them as being Clarke's. The blonde had only just set foot in the tent when she growled

"You do not order my people. You are not their Heda"

"Oh put a sock in it" Clarke rolled her eyes as she approached the bed. Ok that had been a bit bold but she had some dutch courage on board and she had a feeling she could get away with it. Lexa raised her head to look at her confused and Clarke had to grin. "It means shof op (shut up). You're acting like a baby because you know this is going to hurt" Clarke paused beside the bed and looked down on Lexas back as the brunette snorted and laid back down.

The first thing she noticed was that Lexa's back was covered in a huge tattoo. A symmetrical pattern on either side of the spine running three quarters of the way down. Writing was written down her spine. She thought it looked incredible and sexy. Then she noticed what marred the tattoo and her grin turned into a gasp of horror at the sight of the large gash on her back. It was long, and deeper than she expected. Running from her left hip to her right shoulder blade diagonally across her back.

"Oh my God Lexa" she dropped her medical bag full of items on the bed near Lexa's legs and dropped to her knees beside the bed. With a shaking hand she reached out and ran her finger along the bruising to the side of the wound. "This should have been tended to hours ago"

"There were others worse off" Lexa informed

"This is deep and jagged." Clarke winced at the sight of the torn flesh and then paused as Lexa groaned beneath her touch "sorry"

"It did not hurt" Lexa informed and confused Clarke looked back down at Lexas back, noting the goosebumps breaking out on her skin.

"Are you cold?"

"No Clarke" Lexa sighed in frustration and Clarke looked back at her hand and the goosebumps that followed her touch, along with the twitching skin. If it didnt hurt and she wasn't cold then... Oh! Clarke felt her face flush and her hands shake for another reason. Talk about slow Clarke.

"I.." She paused and cleared the frog out of her throat, suddenly nervous and filled with tension "I think I should get my mother to stitch this" she Informed.

"No" Lexas answer was harsh and decisive and Clarke sighed. She just knew she was going to be stubborn. There was no love lost between Lexa and her mother.

"Lexa"

"No Clarke. You say you're a healer so heal it, or leave my tent" Lexa looked up, green eyes stormy and Clarke knew she was serious. Shaking her head she muttered

"You're so stubborn"

"Did you expect anything less?" This time she thought she caught a hint of humor in Lexas voice. She merely sighed in exasperation and refused to answer it, Instead stating

"If it festers you will see mother. That's an order" and before Lexa could answer reached for the washcloth in the warm water to start cleaning the wound the best she could. Lexa hissed at the very first touch, hands clenching in the furs of her bed as a stinging pain spread through her whole back. "I'm sorry. This is going to get worse" Clarke sighed worriedly and took a moment to reassure the brunette with a gentle hand on her shoulder.

"Just do it" Lexa growled and biting her lip, hating to cause pain, Clarke did as the Heda asked. The next few minutes were filled with tense silence and the only sign Lexa was in pain was the tenseness of her body, the clenched hands, laboured breathing and the sweat on her skin.

Once the wound was clean to Clarkes satisfaction she decided to ease some of Lexa's tension. Knowing the brunette found her touch pleasurable she used it to her favour and took time to wash off the rest of Lexa's back. She took liberties and also did her shoulders and arms, finding other little nicks and cuts and bruises along the way which she tried to soothe. She also found another tattoo on the Heda's right upper arm which she traced lightly making the brunettes arm twitch.

Soon Lexa started to relax, her breathing evened out, fists unclenched and she let out a sigh. Clarke smiled wryly around her suddenly dry throat. Lexa wasn't the only one affected by the moment. She can't deny she wasn't enjoying the moment under the pretext of caring for the Commander. Her head may not be ready for anything with Lexa but her body sure was. It was giving off obvious signs of arousal. Thank god Lexa was facing away from her. With one last stroke down the side of Lexa that was closest to her, she threw the cloth in the rapidly cooling water and reached for her medical bag.

"Don't stop" Lexa murmured and Clarke paused to look up at the brunette who had turned to look at her, her eyes hooded but not able to hide the feelings which were clearly visible in the green depths. Clarke swallowed convulsively trying to wet her mouth and throat. Her body came alive under the intense look but she fought it off. She wasn't ready. Plus Lexa was in no fit state to do anything.

"I need to apply the salve Nyko gave me." she croaked out in a husky voice "He warned it will sting initially as it draws out any toxins, but then the anaesthetic qualities will soothe it"

"Your touch soothes it better than any medicine" Lexa informed and Clarke blinked at the admission. Lexa must still be feeling the effects of the moonshine to admit that so openly. That was way too forward for the Heda. Still it didn't prevent her cheeks from blushing red as she hurriedly sort out the salve and scooped it out of the jar with a clean cloth to prevent infection from her own hands.

"Ready?" She asked while placing a gentle hand on Lexas shoulder. "I will apply it as quickly and gently as I can"

Lexa sought out the hand on her shoulder with her own, holding it firmly before giving a nod. Clarke sighed and let her hold it, it might make her task more difficult but if it was what she needed. She just hoped she didn't break her fingers.

"Ok. Here goes" she gave the hand she was holding a gentle squeeze before starting to apply the salve. Lexa instantly tensed and groaned, sweat once again breaking out on her back. But she did not squeeze her hand once. Clarke applied a liberal amount and quickly, hating the brunette was hurting. She could feel the sting of tears in her own eyes and kept whispering her apologies over and over until she was all done and with a thankful sigh she placed the left over salve aside. She would re apply in the morning.

Lexa still hadn't given up her hand and was still tense and shaking. Clarke did the only thing she could think of, moving so she could sit up on the bed beside Lexa's hip and using her free hand lightly ran it over the skin of the brunettes back, sides, shoulders and arms. Everywhere she could touch, coming close to the wound without touching it to soothe the tortured flesh. She even followed the lines and patterns of the tattoo, intrigued despite herself. When she could tell Lexa was starting to respond to her touch, or maybe the anaesthetic was kicking in she asked

"How?"

"Reaper" Lexa croaked in a pain filled voice and Clarke winced, glad she had taken the time to clean it well and apply the salve. She would have to watch it very carefully over the next few days.

She continued to touch Lexa lightly as the Commander became more and more relaxed. She continued long after she thought the commander was asleep finally, unable to tear herself away. Not knowing when she would be able to touch the skin with such freedom again. Either because of Lexas resistance or her own minds demands for space and time.

Eventually though she attempted to withdraw her hand and stand. Lexa immediately tensed and held her hand tighter.

"No".

"Lexa I'm sore and tired myself. I need to sleep" she pleaded. Still she remained stubborn

"kamp raun hir" (stay here) Lexa murmured and shuffled across a few inches. Clarke was torn. Oh God she wanted to. Her body was screaming at her to just lay down and take this one night. Her head was telling her to run fast in the other direction. "Beja (Please)" Lexa whispered and turned to look at her drowsily. Oh that wasn't fair.

"You're going to regret this in the morning" she growled at the other woman

"Regret what?" Lexa asked huskily and Clarke felt a shiver of excitement go through her as the brunette let her hand go and used her arm to pull Clarke down beside her. Clarke could only lay stunned as Lexa then cuddled up to her side and pinned her there with her arm. Really?

"Cold" she whispered and Clarke realised that while she was fully dressed and mainly warm in the tent Lexa was half naked and cold. Also very beautiful a devilish voice whispered in the back of her mind but she ignored it. Argh the things she did.

"Fine. Let me cover your wound to keep it clean and we can warm you up" she promised, turning her head to look into sleepy green eyes that watched her to gauge the truth behind her words before finally letting her up. Clarke reached for her bag and rummaging through pulled out a broad bandage and some gauze.

Applying the gauze carefully to the wound so as not to cause further pain, Clarke then covered the gauze with the bandage, tucking the ends under Lexa gently and telling her she would have to lie still for most of the night. She didnt want to infect the wound with the less than hygienic bear pelts Lexa kept on her bed for warmth.

Though the tent provided some protection from the elements it would be useless in harsh conditions. The hessian covering offering little protection.

"You need a better tent before winter. You're lucky it hasn't rained and drenched you" she muttered as she carefully pulled up the large warm bear pelt to cover the brunette. She then took off her own jacket and slid under the bear skin, laying stiff and wondering if she was in fact drunk and too impaired to make this judgement call. She sighed, she had promised Lexa though, the woman was injured and had promised to wait until she was ready. It was going to be a long torturous night.

"I plan to make a more permanent structure now this will be our people's base" Lexa murmured while reaching out to pull her closer. "Still cold"

Oh god please bring morning early Clarke groaned as Lexa cuddled in closer and let out a content sigh. Life just wasn't fair at the moment. Why did this have to happen now, this attraction? Why did Lexa have to get injured? Why did they have to be half inebriated? She swore she would never drink again. Why did Lexa have to cuddle close?

Suddenly a feeling of mirth came across her as Lexa hummed like a little girl and snuggled closer. Yup Lexa was definitely going to regret this in the morning. Her big bad warrior was a snuggler in bed. Whoa, wait a minute. Hers? She looked across at the dark head rested so close to her own and sighed at the certainty of the fact. Not yet but when she was ready she had no doubt. Sighing Clarke closed her eyes, willing her body to relax as she desperately needed sleep

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