Anonymous asked: "You see Clarke, the commander is high, that's why she keeps extolling about your bosom"

“Thank you, Raven,” Clarke replied sarcastically. She turned to her mother in the empty infirmary, “Do you know how this happened?”



Abby picked up Lexa’s arm and showed Clarke a swollen bite on Lexa’s skin, “I think this is probably it. She might be allergic to whatever stung her. It’ll filter out in a few hours.”

“Does she need anything?” Clarke batted Lexa’s hand away from the bottom hem of her shirt before Lexa could try to clumsily seduce her again.



“Just keep an eye on her,” Abby took off her gloves and threw them away. “Let me know if she gets a fever. I just can’t listen to her spout another poem about your breasts.”



Raven grabbed onto Abby’s hip as Abby walked out and swung around behind her so they could walk out together, “Can I tell you the poem I wrote about your breasts?”

Clarke squared up with Lexa and stood between her legs, “How do you feel?”

“You have the most beautiful-”



“If you say breasts, you’re sleeping outside,” Clarke warned Lexa.



Lexa let out a goofy grin, “Torso….mountains.”

Clarke huffed, “Just say breasts.”