After much time of their mouths becoming more acquainted it is with much struggle and panting that Lexa pulls back trying to steady her breathing. A small groan emits from Clarke and Lexa can't help but grin.

"We have plenty of time for more, you're still healing, you should rest." Lexa attempts to move away but Clarke grips onto her hand keeping her in place. "Stay." Clarke looks at Lexa and for a small moment is nervous before she remembers she's done this before, but not with Lexa and not with this amount of feeling but as Lexa said there is time for that and that time isn't now. Clarke scoots back further onto the small bed leaving a small space open for Lexa. Lexa shakes her head and Clarke is confused and slightly hurt before Lexa holds her hand out for Clarke to take. "Come." Clarke takes her hand and Lexa pulls her to stand. "My bed is much bigger." Lexa allows a smirk to show and Clarke shakes her head, her hair falling around her face hiding her own.

"But your people?" Clarke doesn't move but keeps her hand gripped in Lexa's where it feels at home.

"You are a great leader Clarke, just like I knew you would be; my people respect you, even more so after the mountain. Most already know where my heart lies, so do not fret, they still wish to die for me; they wouldn't dare question me about this, about you." Lexa gives a gentle tug on Clarke's hand, Clarke smiles and whispers "Okay." Clarke follows Lexa out the tent and keeps her head held high and her grip firm in Lexa's as they walk through the small village; Clarke casts the occasional look at Lexa and more often than not would find Lexa's face looking at her with a gentle smile.

Nobody dares say anything as they walk past, some offer smiles other grimaces but they soon retreat into their own tents not caring any further to do anything worse. Clarke is glad and as she feels Lexa's grip relax in hers she knows that she must have been more nervous than she let on. This was a massive step and a big declaration on Lexa's part, Clarke knew she had to repay that in some form so thought to her-self as how best she could do that.

Those thoughts didn't last long as they soon entered Lexa's tent and sure enough her bed was much larger than the one she was on, the one she had was barely big enough for one let alone two. This bed was large with soft furs; a black bear pelt covered the entire bed, it was rather enticing, a much better option than the one she had this was going to be much more comfortable and warm.

Clarke sighs as she falls onto the bed. She looks up in awe as she hears a soft chuckle, Lexa was laughing at her and she couldn't feel embarrassed because the sound was amazing and made her heart soar.

"I must say this is a much better option, I'm glad you said no." Clarke voices her thoughts and is rewarded with another chuckle from Lexa and she returns the laughter with a large grin of her own. Lexa is still standing which causes Clarke to be bold, "You not joining me?" The grin turning into a more seductive one that causes Lexa to stop laughing all together and stares longingly at Clarke, desire all to evident in her eyes.

Lexa doesn't let her eyes leave Clarke's as she slowly kicks of her boots letting them fall carelessly at the side of the bed. Lexa takes of the small jacket that she is wearing; this causes Clarke to bite her bottom lip, tension building within her. Lexa begrudgingly tears her eyes from Clarke's to glance at Clarke's boots that are still on. Lexa lifts her eyes to Clarke who leans back on her elbows a small nod granting Lexa the permission she sought.

Soft hands caress her legs as they slide down to her boot clad feet, slowly those fingers begin to untie the laces. Lexa soon places the boots neatly by the foot of the bed with more thought than she had shown to her own boots. She casts a look to Clarke who is looking at her with nothing but desire, Lexa doesn't think, she acts, allowing her knees to touch the bed she slowly leans forward bracing herself with her hands either side of Clarke. Both chests heave with longing as Lexa slowly leans forward to press their lips together but the moment never comes and Clarke feels a gust of cold air across her lips instead of Lexa's; Lexa who has rolled over to lie beside Clarke a grin on her face as she closes her eyes. Laughter and pride evident in her voice as she speaks, "Goodnight Clarke." Clarke stares at Lexa knowing she is awake and feeling smug, Clarke smirks to herself glad to see this side of Lexa but Lexa should know that she two can play dirty.

Clarke shuffles and turns on her side, leaning on one hand she stares down at Lexa. Clarke's glances at Lexa's lips and briefly wonders whether to disregard this plan all together and just crash her lips to Lexa's and be done with it. But no, she wasn't going to sleep with Lexa having thought she got one over her, no.

With that thought consuming her Clarke begins the torturous game; her hand that isn't holding her up slowly reaches towards Lexa's hand, as their fingers connect Lexa's hand twitches in surprise but soon relaxes and even turns her hand expecting Clarke's to take her own. Clarke grins pulling her hand away, that grin widens as she sees a frown form on Lexa's face and her eyes tighten but don't open.

Clarke's hand lies in the air for a moment, she watches Lexa's chest and sees the still slow and steady rise and fall. Not for long. Clarke says to herself feeling much more sure of herself than she ever has. Clarke lets her fingers find Lexa's and slowly caresses them before dragging her fingers up Lexa's arm, smirking as she feels the hair on them rise and goose bumps begin to form.

Clarke's hand rests at Lexa's shoulder and she grips it slightly as she begins to lean forward, her mouth inches from Lexa's lips, Lexa breaths slowly, not moving; Clarke's actions shocking her, she dares not move for fear of it stopping. She waits for the moment she regrettably didn't allow herself and Clarke to share before but again it does not come. Instead she feels soft lips press a kiss against her forehead and it is that action that causes the stillness to cease. Lexa's arms come to wrap around Clarke, pulling gently at the shoulders bringing her body closer. Lexa lifts her head and seeks out Clarke's lips. Lexa allows her eyes to open briefly as she needs to see Clarke's eyes once more.

Lexa sees eyes of blue and grey darkening with a desire she knows is mirrored within her eyes of green. Shallow breaths escape both sets of lips, this game not a game anymore as Clarke lets her forehead rest against Lexa's.

"Your people need not fear me or the past repeating. I am strong and I do not allow death to take me, I force it upon others who threaten me or those I care about." Clarke speaks and gently nudges her nose with Lexa's like Lexa had done with her before; the form of affection something they seem to like. "I care about you." Clarke whispers these words as she caresses Lexa's nose.

It is after those words that their lips finally meet and sleep is but a thought left to others, as they allow the night to fade away around them they allow their hearts to guide them. Morning will come and they will have to decide with their heads what happens next, but for now they are content to just be together allowing their hearts to beat in unison at last.