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Clarke slips past the crack in the door, light on her feet. Far different than when she first arrived on the ground; stomping through the forest with Anya dragging her behind. She has learned so much in her short time with Lexa. She slows, the sweaty form of her lover laying on the bed breaks her from her thoughts.
One of the many things Clarke has learned since arriving in Polis was that Lexa is stubborn. She clicks her tongue, and rolls her eyes. Clarke told her time and time again to slow down, to breathe, but Lexa never listens. She warned her that she would make herself ill one of these days. Never taking a breath of her own. And now look at her…
Clarke walks towards the curtains and pulls them shut, plunging the room into darkness. Only candle light remains dancing across the walls. She crawls into bed, the furs soft against her skin. She curls herself around Lexa, her skin warm against her lips, her hair damp where it clings to her temple, and says, “I told you this would happen.”
Lexa nuzzles in closer and mumbles against Clarke's chest, “Don’t say it.”
“Then let me take care of you.” Clarke says, tucking a stray hair behind Lexa's ear. A small smile tugs at the corner of her lips.
“…my head.” Lexa says, with a groan.
“I know, now rest.”
Lexa sighs, sinking further into Clarke's open arms, finally letting herself rest.