#sonraun

“Please do not carry this guilt anymore,” she whispered. “We have apologized to one another and moved passed it.”

Lexa’s care brought on more tears. This woman, who carries so much, was now trying to alleviate Clarke’s burdens. The fierce warrior who people cower in front of stood before her with such great care and kindness, only wanting to make Clarke feel better.

Ever respectful, and receiving no response from Clarke, Lexa lowers her hand to step away. The loss of the hand spurs Clarke to move, as she reaches up and places Lexa’s hand back onto her face and takes a step forward into her space. A hint of surprise flashes in Lexa’s eyes, but she doesn’t move, except for a quick glance towards Clarke’s lips.

The slip confirmed everything Clarke needed to know. Reaching out with her right hand, she pulls Lexa in by the waist before closing the distance and pressing her lips to Lexa’s. The movement is slow as Clarke waits for Lexa to register what is happening and reciprocate. Lexa doesn’t deepen the kiss, but Clarke can feel herself getting pulled in closer by the hand on her face.

Nervous that she misinterpreted the flirting and increasing touches, Clarke pulls away to check on Lexa. Frozen on the spot, the only signs of Lexa being conscious is the tear rolling down her cheek and the quivering of her chin. Her eyes finally catch Clarke’s and widen before looking back down at her lips and up again. Lexa opens her mouth, maybe to ask a question, but Clarke can read the “is ‘yet’ now?” in her eyes. Clarke nods and it’s all the confirmation Lexa needs to kiss her again.

This time, there is no hesitation on Lexa’s part as she pulls Clarke into her embrace; her lips crashing into Clarke's. Clarke enjoys the feel of Lexa’s hands holding either side of her head and pulling her closer. Her heart is racing faster than it was when they were doing warmups, and this time it’s worth it. Lexa’s lips are soft, her kiss almost too delicate for what Clarke needed. Wanting to keep the moment going, Clarke pressed into Lexa more.

When Lexa eventually pulls away, Clarke realizes she has never seen a more beautiful sight. Lexa’s eyes, still covered in a sheen of tears, are a bright, almost emerald green. The unbidden smile on her face is beaming, and try as she might, the woman can’t seem to stop it. All Clarke can do is smile back.

“I still want to go over a few things for you to practice on your own.” Lexa said with some remorse to her tone.