Hey! I know this is late - it's taken me ages to write this one for some reason. There was going to be a lot more action in this chapter but I thought everyone might appreciate some Clexa goodness after this weekend. So here you have it, more or less only Clarke and Lexa in this one and a lot of them getting to know each other more ;)

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Lexa felt a soft gust of air across her cheek and it made her stir. She grumbled a little bit, softly and in the back of her throat as she tried to burrow herself further into the comfort she was pressed up against. It struck her as odd, then, that all she could smell was jasmine as her nose was pressed deep into and consumed by the uplifting scent. Jasmine and... something else Lexa couldn't quite name. It wasn't what she was used to waking up to in her bedroom in Polis Tower, being so unbelievably warm and so very, very comfortable that Lexa wanted whatever it was making her feel that way to stay forever.

Without thinking Lexa tightened her grip on the warm body in front of her, pulling it back so it could fit more snugly into her embrace and it was then that her eyes flicked open, blinking a few times against the intrusion of the bright morning sunlight. After a moment Lexa swallowed thickly as blonde hair started to come into focus, blonde hair that her face was pushed into and the soft skin of a neck that the side of her nose was pressed against.

On reflex Lexa's hand clenched, not completely but enough for her fingers to squeeze a little against a bare stomach, enticing a soft and sleepy moan from Clarke's lips and that's when Lexa remembered.

She was only frozen for a moment, her head jerking up just minutely as she attempted to get a better view around blonde messy hair. She swallowed again as her eyes dropped to Clarke's shoulder, following down and along the curve of her arm as it bent at the elbow and rested gently on top of Lexa's own. Her eyes dropped to the sheet, then, crumpled and strewn across both of their hips and then as Clarke very slightly pushed back against her, another delightful sound coming from her lips Lexa dropped her head back down against the pillows again, her nose once more poking its way through blonde locks and nuzzling a little against warm skin. Clarke's grip on her arm tightened as her whole body snuggled backwards which made Lexa exhale in contentment, her eyes falling closed as she pressed as much of her body as she possibly could against Clarke's naked skin.

Nothing was said but Clarke seemed to hum in appreciation and it made Lexa wonder if she was awake or not, either fully conscious in her desire for more of Lexa's skin or if it was done in slumber. It made Lexa grin regardless, a happy smile to reflect the happiness in her chest at where she now found herself, and who she found herself with. Clarke in her bed was only ever a dream for her, a fantasy that she in fact told herself not to hope for but here it was. Here she was and it was amazing, everything Lexa told herself she would never have again and she was grateful. More grateful than she would ever be able to let Clarke know.

Lexa sighed rather dreamily, her lungs filling up with a feeling she knew was dangerous but she allowed it anyway. It was something she denied herself even when Costia was alive, if she was honest. She was younger then and when she became Heda she took it very seriously, listening perhaps too intently to those who shaped and guided her. What she and Costia had was more or less kept separate from her being Heda. It had to be, as it was for all those who lead before her. Heda's first responsibility was her people and whomever she loved came a distant second. Always.

This time though, it would be different. Clarke would be with her at every turn and she would have input in everything, Lexa would make sure of it providing that, of course, that Clarke wanted it too. She would make it so every Commander after her wouldn't have to rule alone, as she had done since the spirit chose her all those years ago. Those in Command would lead better with the love and support of a houmon, and more so with the knowledge that such a thing wouldn't be disapproved of by everyone surrounding them. Lexa knew this from experience. She had been lost, yes, when Costia was taken from her. Lexa had never felt so lost and alone but denying herself any form of love from then on was a mistake. Being lonely and emotionless wasn't the way to becoming a better Commander, nor was trying to protect Costia by excluding her and treating her as if she wasn't important. She would never listen to Pius on that point again. It was going to be different with Clarke because Lexa loved her, and she wouldn't let anyone tell her how she should deny herself. Not again.

"That was a big sigh," Clarke mumbled, pulling Lexa from her train of thought and she couldn't help the turn in her chest at Clarke's deliciously gravelly and sleep laden voice.

"I was thinking," Lexa whispered in reply after a moment, her lips close in at the side of Clarke's neck and then she pressed them against her skin delicately.

Clarke grinned at the touch and tried to shuffle back further still. "Mmmm," she sighed as she stretched a little in Lexa's arms. "What about?"

Lexa increased her grip around Clarke's waist and couldn't stop the small smile from forming at how cute she was being. She wasn't sure how to answer though but definitely wasn't going to go into everything that had crossed her mind. "You," she decided on in the end, her lips moving against Clarke's skin as she spoke and the idea of her and Clarke becoming anything sent her heart on a mini rampage. She swallowed dryly as she attempted to quell it and then watched as Clarke turned over in her arms to face her.

Clarke's sleepy face Lexa soon realised, was just as endearing as her sleepy voice, the blue of her eyes having trouble peeking out from behind sleepy eyelids and Lexa had to bite on her lip to stop herself from grinning stupidly. It was quickly followed up by a small frown, then, and Lexa expelled a cough under her breath so she could get a handle on herself. She may be naked and in bed with a just as naked Clarke but it didn't mean she could behave like a love-struck teenager. She was Heda, after all, and she needed to stop her mind from getting carried away with itself. Lexa nodded to herself and tried her best to steel her demeanour, a bit.

Oblivious to Lexa's internal battle Clarke brought a hand up and started rubbing at her eye absently. "Sounds serious," she mumbled around a yawn and Lexa just looked at her, completely unable to eradicate the level of affection in her eyes and Clarke just felt silly with it. Silly as if they weren't both leaders of people at odds with each other and as if, for just a moment, or for however long they spent in this bed both naked and wonderfully sex-sated they were simply the young adults they were, happy and content at waking up after their first night together.

Clarke moved her hand and hovered it over Lexa's upper arm for a moment before she started trailing her fingertips lightly over her tanned skin, all the way down to her wrist and back again. "It's too early for serious, Lex," she said softly, her voice still deep and rumbly.

Lexa melted. Just like that and she closed her eyes momentarily as she released a shallow breath. Clarke's fingers alone were enough to make her tingle let alone what the shortening of her name was doing. Her steely demeanour went quickly out the window and Lexa decided being this familiar with Clarke was her new favourite thing; her insides lighting up just at Clarke's words and so she easily came to the conclusion that Heda was out for the rest of the morning.

Clarke's eyes were busy watching her fingers stroking along Lexa's skin, enjoying it immensely when it would pimple under her touch. It reminded her of the way Lexa's body reacted to how she touched her the night before and a resulting heat made itself known in her gut. It made the muscles in her lower half clench and her eyes automatically flicked up to meet Lexa's gentle, hooded gaze.

Clarke had to clear her throat a little, and she shuffled a bit where she lay.

"How did you sleep?" Lexa asked, her expression so lazy and peaceful Clarke wanted to lean up and kiss the smile that was on her lips.

Instead she just swallowed and smiled in return. "Good," she responded quietly. She slept great, actually, the soundest and safest since she'd stepped foot on the ground. Or since she was put in solitary up on the Ark, to be honest. She breathed in a content breath and pushed it out as she inched a little bit closer to Lexa, still continuing to rub her arm although now she was using her palm, Clarke's thumb trailing along the inside and on top of the most sensitive part of her skin. "You?"

The way Clarke was lying, on her shoulder so she was facing Lexa with her one arm reaching forwards afforded Lexa with the most wonderful view of Clarke's upper body and she couldn't help but let her gaze fall there. Clarke was beautiful, every single inch of her and of course Lexa already knew this before last night. She had watched her many times, admired her for all sorts of reasons but last night she got to appreciate her body; kiss her skin and touch her curves and honestly Lexa couldn't wait for more of it. She hoped she'd get to do it all again, many times and the way Clarke was languidly touching her and gazing at her so affectionately only made Lexa more hopeful that she would let her.

Lexa pulled her bottom lip between her teeth as she got lost a little in her memories of the night before. Of the way Clarke felt and how she tasted and the way she moaned when Lexa entered her... she swallowed, and very slowly she nodded her head. "Good," she breathed, her eyes not leaving the subtle rise and fall of Clarke's chest.

"Lexa," Clarke chuckled, and Lexa had no idea how long she was gone for, all she could do was lick her lips and still she couldn't divert her heavy, lustful gaze. "My eyes are up here."

Clarke thought it was cute; the fearless Commander of twelve clans so easily distracted by the sight of her body. Her expression so unguarded and open and so very full of need and when Lexa's eyes shot up to meet her own, the embarrassment clearly shading her cheeks at being caught made Clarke laugh out loud. She definitely didn't want it to end, seeing Lexa like this did something to her and she truly wanted to explore it more.

"Sorry," Lexa muttered, quickly shifting her eyes to the crumpled sheets beneath her, her fingers sliding along it too so they were resting between them and playing with the soft material.

Clarke though was quick to dissolve it. She reached up and placed her index finger under the Commander's chin, lifting it up so she could place a gentle, chaste kiss on her waiting lips. "Don't be," she whispered, absolutely loving how much Lexa liked her body. She loved it the night before even more. Clarke felt a shiver run through her at the thought and then she too, bit on her bottom lip. "We don't have to get up yet, do we?" she asked, a glint sparkling in her eyes.

Lexa saw it and a grin quickly captured her lips. She glanced past Clarke for a moment and tried to gauge how much more rising the sun had to do before she absolutely had to be up, and then with a small shrug she figured there was plenty of time. "No," was her only response before Clarke pushed her onto her back and then straddled her. She was surprised and released a small yelp before it was completely lost as she was presented with Clarke's fully naked form across her hips, whatever she may have said completely fleeing from her mind. Ai hai Heda, Lexa internally screamed but luckily she was able to prevent her lips from saying it and instead she just swallowed heavily as her eyes widened and took in Clarke's beautiful, flawless skin hovering over her.

Clarke couldn't help her wide grin, the Commander looking very much like a rabbit caught in headlights. She rested her weight forwards on her palms at either side of Lexa's ribs knowing full well the effect it would have on her cleavage and to her delight Lexa's eyes darkened, her lips parting as she gasped, just a bit. Clarke raised her eyebrows, "Good," she murmured as she lowered her lips to Lexa's neck.

Lexa just closed her eyes and exhaled as she settled back into the bed, her hands resting lightly on top of Clarke's thighs as her fingertips pushed into them slightly, every now and then. "Clarke..." she whispered, absolutely enamoured by the sensation of Clarke's centre pressing against her abs. It was making her head spin.

Clarke smiled against the Commander's neck. "You're very cute, Commander," she teased with a chuckle.

Lexa pushed out a barely there disgruntled breath. "I am not..." she thinly protested with the tiniest of frowns but honestly Clarke could call her whatever she liked, right then, and as Clarke licked up the side of her neck to just underneath her ear Lexa succumbed to releasing a very breathy groan and just turned her head so Clarke had more of her skin to explore.

As much as Clarke was enjoyed tormenting the Commander, all she wanted was to make her come again, just like last night but even better and she easily found herself getting lost in the sanctity and security of Lexa's bed and Lexa herself. Quickly the teasing smile fell from her lips and she moulded herself to Lexa's form, her thigh slipping between Lexa's legs as she continued licking and nipping at the sensitive skin below her ear and jaw. It seemed Lexa really liked to be kissed there, so Clarke was adamant on exploiting it.

Lexa squeezed at Clarke's thigh, the one that was in reach as the other was now doing delicious things at the apex of her thighs. She was so wet but she didn't care one bit; she didn't care at all that she was unabashedly showing Clarke just how much she wanted her, just how much she had thought of moments like these and it was obvious Clarke was there with her too. Clarke was just as wet, just as wanting and needy for her as Lexa was and for the moment, she just let everything else slip out of her mind.

Clarke's lips began inching down the length of Lexa's neck, placing soft and eager open mouthed kisses on her slightly salty skin. She tasted of last night's sex and Clarke just wanted to consume her, kiss her all over and swallow her whole.

Her lips became more insistent, descending to one of Lexa's nipples as her thigh applied more pressure, her body curling a little to position herself better as she moved. Lexa let out an approving moan, arching her back and pressing herself more fully against Clarke's mouth and thigh.

Clarke felt an answering response between her own thighs at the way Lexa was completely at her mercy, pliant and pulsing under her touch which was making Clarke's heart hammer faster in her chest, the warmth that was barrelling through her body only enticing her further. She released Lexa's nipple and continued downward, a small moan of protest quickly being replaced by a needy whine as Clarke lowered her upper body between Lexa's legs.

Lexa parted them instantly, her eyes now open and gazing down as Clarke settled, her eyes dark and hooded with the extent of her lust. She exhaled needily as her head dropped promptly back to the pillows when Clarke's lips came into contact with Lexa's taught abs, biting them a little as she knew how much Lexa liked that. It earned Clarke a torturous groan and then when she moved further down and licked her tongue slowly against the wet heat of her clit, Lexa was certain her head would implode.

She tasted amazing and Clarke's eyes fell closed for a moment, her pulse rate thumping as she savoured the sensation on her tongue. Clarke actually hummed and as her arms enveloped Lexa's hips and her hands grasped her by the hips Clarke opened her eyes again to see the Commander beautifully laid out before her.

"Klark..." she heard from above her, and Clarke didn't think she'd ever loved the sound of her name on Lexa's lips more than she did in that moment.

Lexa swallowed painfully as she looked down once more. "Beja..."

Clarke very nearly came right there, her thoughts about this whole scenario making her brain and belly combust simultaneously but she ploughed forward, swiping her tongue along Lexa's clit but in one long, heavy motion that sent the Commander delirious.

"Uhh..." Lexa gasped, "...helasha," her eyes rolling back in her head. She wasn't prepared for this when she woke up but she wasn't about to deny herself. The last time she let anyone be this intimate with her was, well... a lifetime ago and she just couldn't comprehend how good it felt. How mind-numbing and amazing to be completely lost in the desire of another's touch.

Lexa felt like her world was about to explode and Clarke had barely even started.

Clarke's grip on Lexa's hips intensified as she slowly circled her clit, using the very tip of her tongue and flicking over it to draw out the sensations the Commander was feeling. She was being quiet Clarke realised, but she could tell how much Lexa was enjoying it, how wet she was alone an undeniable indicator but the way her fingers were clenching in the sheets at either side of them was also telling. She was practically white-knuckled.

"Sha Klark," Lexa gasped, her chest heaving with the ragged strength of her breathing. "Sha, ai gaf yu der in, beja. Ona ai."

Again Clarke was annoyed she couldn't understand what Lexa was saying but when she moved her tongue down to her opening the meaning undoubtedly came through. Lexa let out such a needy, verging on desperate moan and as her thighs clenched a little around Clarke's head it was impossible not to recognise what the Commander was craving.

"Beja," Lexa whispered again and as Clarke pressed her fingers down at the top of Lexa's thighs to open them more fully again, she slowly pushed her tongue inside her and Lexa almost fell apart.

Her moans became incoherent as Clarke licked inside her. Gathering up as much wetness as she could and swallowing it down, moaning herself at just how much there was and how amazing she tasted. Clarke wanted more of it so she circled her tongue, delighting in the way Lexa muscles twitched and pulsed and the way the Commander tried to clamp down on it, her body seemingly just as needy as her moans were sounding.

Suddenly Lexa's hand found the back of Clarke's head and she lost her fingers in her hair. Gripping at it intermittently as her muscles contracted. Lexa's body was going numb, just as her mind was and the heat that rolled through her body was undulating. It felt like she was being consumed one inch at a time as Clarke's tongue continued to set her body alight. The sensation started in her gut but it quickly spread outward, taking her in its entirety one muscle at a time and making them clench and seize repeatedly. Her legs were already braced, rolled out helplessly at either side of Clarke and now her other arm was doing the same, lolled out uselessly at the side of her head as her other hand gripped at Clarke's hair. It still wasn't much good to her, however, all she could get it to do was grasp at her bangs every now and then as Clarke explored her deeper, her insides feeling as though they were nothing but a slick, overheating mess that was ready to combust at Clarke's bidding.

Lexa was certain it wouldn't take much longer, her abdomen utterly tight and as on edge as the rest of her body was quickly becoming. Her inner walls were clenching with every thrust of Clarke's tongue and as much as she attempted to trap it, hold it inside and slow its torment she just couldn't. Her body wasn't following her orders and the sensations were overwhelming, the entirety of her skin glistening with moisture and her clit she felt sure was about to spasm uncontrollably with how hard and ripe it was and then, as Clarke's hand let go of her hip and she curled it around to between her legs Lexa thought she might actually die from what she knew was to come.

All it took was one swipe of her fingers, one movement of her index and middle fingers through Lexa's wetness and over her clit as Clarke licked upwards and against the front part of her wall and Lexa called out in one long, endless breathless gasp of Clarke's name and then the Commander let herself go. Falling catastrophically over the edge as her body convulsed, her muscles shaking powerfully as her back ached and her shoulders came off the bed for just a moment, Lexa holding herself rigid in the air before she collapsed back down again, her native mutterings sounding wonderful to Clarke's ears as her tongue was engulfed in even more wetness, and Clarke just lapped it up gladly.

Lexa was spent. Completely, utterly... well and truly and she honestly hadn't had sex like that since Costia. Since before she was Heda and the world was a much simpler place. She supposed it should scare her, really, how much she was letting Clarke in but she chose not to think about it. Not right then, because she knew full well that would come later.

She felt Clarke press a gentle kiss to her inner thigh and it served to ground her, pull her back to the confines of her body rather than continue floating somewhere around the ceiling. The Commander hummed as Clarke carried on upward, her eyes still closed as she felt the light kisses caress her abdomen and then move outward to her hip. Clarke of course now very aware of the weakness Lexa had around the soft skin of her hips and so as she began to nibble, the dopiest of smiles made its way to Lexa's lips.

Clarke smiled against heated skin as Lexa curled up a little, as much as she was able to at least and reached out for Clarke's head, threading her fingers trough blonde tresses to try and move her away. Clarke just swatted at her and ducked out of the way.

Lexa glanced down at her and tried her best at a reprimanding glare but at best it was half a pout, the best the Commander could muster in her lethargic state. Clarke was discovering a whole load of new facial expressions and was loving every single one. She honestly had no idea Lexa could be this adorable and what was even better was the fact that she supposed she was one of the very few who knew it.

Clarke fell off of Lexa just to her one side and pushed her face into the curve of Lexa's side at her waist, hiding as much as she could from Lexa's protective hands. Honestly though Lexa wasn't trying all that hard and when Clarke fell to her side with the biggest of mischievous grins on her face, it only made her gaze at Clarke with more affection than she was already.

Clarke licked at her lips and when she spoke it was against Lexa's skin, the bottom part of her face hidden by the Commander's ribs and the arm she wasn't lying on was strewn across Lexa's abs, her thumb idly stroking into the dip at her opposite side. "Sensitive there, Commander?" Clarke asked in a whisper, a massive helping of knowing in her tone and her eyes keeping hold of that glint.

Lexa's lips were caught somewhere between a smirk and a grin. "I believe you have found that out, Clarke," she murmured as she ran her fingers again through Clarke's hair.

Clarke chucked against her ribs before she pulled back, pushing herself up onto her elbow. "It's only fair," she started, her eyes dropping to the Commander's chest. "You discovered most of mine last night."

Lexa raised a brow. "Most?"

Clarke glanced to the ceiling as if she was considering it. "Yeah," she grinned, "there's probably some more exploring you could do."

Lexa's eyes flashed with the challenge and her expression took on some more of its usual fervour but instead she reached down and pulled Clarke up a little so they were pressed torso to torso, before Lexa then leaned in towards Clarke's lips. "Smuch ai op fos," she said under her breath, her eyes once more darkening with intent.

All of Lexa's attention became focused on Clarke's lips which more or less helped Clarke to gather her meaning and when their lips met, Clarke instantly felt the heat stir again in her gut, a yearning not quite satisfied starting to kindle between her legs.

Lexa kissed her slowly and meticulously, her whole body feeling wonderfully delirious and although she knew she should get up, that she should probably already be downstairs going over what the war meeting would later entail with Dax, Luna and Pius there was no way she was leaving this bed until Clarke came again. Preferably twice.

Lexa brought her thigh up as she deepened the kiss, licking her tongue inside Clarke's mouth and groaning as she tasted herself there, Clarke feeling the power of it too as she unashamedly ground herself down onto Lexa's thigh, sucking her tongue into her mouth at the same time and releasing such a needy moan she felt her throat vibrate with it.

"Fuck," Clarke gasped as she pulled back a little, her teeth biting down hard on her lower lip as Lexa grasped onto Clarke's hips, applying pressure downwards onto them as she tensed her thigh and pushed it up. "Jesus!"

Lexa grunted, her jaw dropping open as she breathed out heavily, her eyes taking in the gloriously wanton expression on Clarke's face as her thigh came into contact with an inexplicable amount of wetness. "Toli woda," the Commander gasped, her heart thudding at such an incessant rate against her ribcage.

Clarke couldn't help it. She slammed her palm against the intricate wooden headboard as she threw her hair back over her shoulder with a solid flick of her head, her back arching as her clit pulsed hard against Lexa's thigh. Her heartbeat thundered and she groaned loudly, Lexa bringing a hand up and massaging her fingers around Clarke's ample, heaving cleavage.

"Fuck," Clarke pushed out again, her eyes closed tight as sensation after sensation coursed through her body. She felt like she was on fire and when Lexa's lips closed around her straining, erect nipple she couldn't hope to stop the shuddering that erupted through her chest. "Lexa..." she whispered hoarsely, and before she could work out what was happening her back came crashing into contact with the mattress and it felt all of a sudden like Lexa was absolutely everywhere.

Clarke could feel her lips and fingers everywhere; at every place that Lexa knew drove her crazy and even more besides. Her teeth leaving marks at her neck, down her chest and along her sides while her fingers simultaneously pushed hard into the backs of her thighs. It was exhilarating, so much all at once and Clarke moaned greedily for more.

"Yu non badas," Lexa murmured between kisses, her fingers getting impatient as her lips savoured every inch of Clarke's skin. Lexa loved her taste, and she eagerly wanted to taste more of her.

Clarke felt like she was going to explode, already being exceptionally turned on before Lexa even started. "Lex, please..." Clarke begged; she needed to come and she wanted the Commander inside her when she did.

Lexa really didn't need further encouragement so she lowered herself between Clarke's legs and immediately closed her lips around Clarke's soaking wet clit, the groan Clarke let out practically ear-splitting.

"Fuck yes!" she exclaimed as she pushed her head into the pillows, her back arching a little so she could push herself further into the touch.

Lexa didn't waste any time, her tongue setting to work quickly darting back and forth over Clarke's clit as she pushed two long fingers inside her, curling them forwards and rubbing against that spot she knew was there.

"Jesus fucking Christ!" Clarke lost her hand in Lexa's hair and gripped against the back of her head as waves of pleasure began shooting through her body, thundering along her spine and exploding in her chest as every muscle started to tremble. She couldn't even concentrate she was that mindless, having absolutely no idea where she could feel it more but then her stomach clenched and her gut started to turn in on itself and she knew she was gone. "There, Lex, there!" she tried to shout, her voice so high pitched she wasn't even sure the Commander would hear it.

Lexa did though, and as she felt Clarke's body still for half a second, resting tumultuously on that mind-bending precipice she glanced up to witness the emotions run riot across Clarke's beautiful face and then she came; hard and fast and like she'd been steamrolled into another world.

Clarke clenched around Lexa's fingers and refused to let them go, riding out her orgasm as she felt Lexa's tongue go back to her clit, gently though this time and lovingly as Clarke's entire being shook in blinding pleasure, her mutterings now incoherent.

Lexa smiled as she kissed her intimately, moving her fingers slowly so not to cause Clarke any discomfort as she rode out her orgasm. She kissed her again though, as Clarke's moans were ones of languid approval and as Lexa moved down a little and licked against Clarke's entrance, bringing her tongue up in one tantalising and horrendously slow motion through the last of Clarke's wetness and applied just the right amount of pressure over her quivering clit, Clarke screamed out and started to shudder all over again.

Clarke just lay there, lethargic and boneless and like her mind didn't even want to work again. She wanted to stay there forever and she was pretty certain Lexa would let her. Her chest was heaving and her body completely numb, the tingling sensation not even beginning to leave her limbs as Lexa crawled her way back up her body, dropping breathy kisses to her skin along the way.

When she got there Lexa was panting, her heart thumping like it wanted to escape her chest and she was pretty sure her limbs were shaking. She rested her forehead against Clarke's and closed her eyes, breathing in steadily to try and calm down. It was difficult though and she licked at her lips as she breathed heavily through her mouth.

Clarke really liked Lexa being on top of her. Of being able to feel every inch of her in contact with her skin. She was still shuddering from the after effects of her orgasm and feeling how much it affected Lexa too only drew it out more. Clarke was humming a little, small satisfied sounds coming out as she breathed and she began drawing soft patterns down either side of Lexa's spine with her fingers now she was settled over her.

She felt like she was floating, sort of, her mind reeling and having trouble making sense of what her body was telling her. She felt spaced a little dizzy so she let Lexa rest against her forehead, relishing in the closeness of the intimate gesture as a goofy smile spread across her face. "Good morning, Lexa," she whispered, her fingers finding their way to back of Lexa's neck and playing in the small hairs there.

Lexa grinned, her breathing still quite ragged. "Os son op, Klark," she whispered back, making Clarke chuckle a little beneath her.

Lexa opened her eyes then, bringing her hand up from where she was leaning it against the bed so she could brush Clarke's hair back from the side of her face and behind her ear. Lexa's grin was wide and she didn't think she'd felt this happy in, well... years. She released a resounding sigh as Clarke's chuckle turned into a hum before she moved to lean her weight on her one side, her free hand coming up to trace her index finger along Clarke's jaw.

"You look like you want to say something," Clarke decided, the grin spreading across her face. Lexa's eyes were like endless depths right then and she was more than happy to get lost in them.

Lexa dropped her gaze to Clarke's lips for a second before she flicked it back up again. There were many things she wanted to say but far fewer she felt like she could say. The easiest option was not to say them at all and so she just leaned forwards and softly kissed her again.

It made Clarke release another chuckle, her hand coming round from Lexa's back and moving up to rest against her collar bone. She moved her palm against the Commander's skin there gently. "Okay," Clarke said in a low rumble, "maybe talking wasn't on your mind."

Lexa smiled as she pulled back and she really, really, wanted nothing more to stay there in bed all day with Clarke but she knew she couldn't. It was something, though, because it had been years and years since she'd wanted to laze in bed for any reason at all. All she could do, though, was gaze down at Clarke's beautiful, contemplative expression as her blue eyes followed her fingers as they moved across her collar bone and into the dip at the base of her throat.

Clarke pulled in a breath and pushed it out softly against the side of Lexa's neck. "You're going to say we've got to get up, aren't you?"

Lexa swallowed and followed it with a shallow nod, the resulting furrow in Clarke's brow absolutely adorable. "We must," she replied after a moment, her voice barely even there.

Clarke sighed heavily and let her shoulders flop a little in defeat, catching her bottom lip between her teeth before she let it go. "Back to reality, huh?"

Lexa sighed too and dipped her head so she could tuck her nose into the side of Clarke's neck, moving it upwards to nudge behind her ear. "Deyon mou beda gon ai stomba raun kom yu."

Clarke wriggled as Lexa started to suck on her earlobe, her hand pushing against Lexa's shoulder in a half-hearted protest before she sucked more intently causing Clarke to yelp, just a little.

Lexa pulled back and couldn't help but laugh a bit, too.

Clarke cleared her throat and swatted playfully against Lexa's shoulder. "I still don't know what you're saying, you know," she said as the shivers shooting down her side caused by Lexa's lips began to subside.

Lexa grinned and then planted a quick kiss on the tip of Clarke's nose before she rolled over and got up off the bed. She stood in front of the brickwork just to the side of her bed where the sun bathed her in its light before she arched her back and stretched her whole body, her arms reaching up and her fingers extending to their full lengths.

Clarke continued to lie there and just take the Commander in, in all her naked glory. When Lexa turned back she was barely concealing a yawn, her fingers scratching at her hip before she smiled sleepily at the sight of Clarke all sex-sore with her sheets gathered messily around her hips.

Clarke rested her cheek in her palm as she leaned her weight on her elbow. "Still tired?" she asked with a smile.

The Commander licked her hips and rubbed her palm a couple times up the side of her face. "Yesterday was a long day," she said casually, picking up her boots from the foot of the bed and taking them over to the sofa.

"And a long night," Clarke teased, biting on her bottom lip.

"Yes," Lexa said with a smirk as she walked back over to the bed and lowered her voice to a hushed, suggestive tone. "You are loud," she whispered, her lips curling up as she replayed the sounds in her mind, swallowing at the resulting clench in her gut. Clarke however blushed and turned her gaze to the sheets in front of her making Lexa step closer. "I like it."

After a moment Clarke glanced up and met Lexa's gaze, the playfulness in them evident and Clarke's smile lit back up. "Yeah, well," she pouted, "you made me loud."

Lexa adopted an awfully smug expression as she grabbed a few items of clothing from the floor and carried them over to the sofa, dumping them on the armchair before she went to her closet and pulled out some clean boxers and a black vest.

"Wait," Clarke said after a moment, a feeling of dread suddenly occupying her chest. "You don't think the guards would have heard, do you?"

Lexa chuckled at the amount of worry evident in Clarke's tone as it certainly hadn't been a concern for her the night before or just now, for that matter. She pulled the vest over her head as she took a few steps into the centre of the room. "The door isn't that thick, Clarke."

Clarke was struck with a sense of panic at the prospect, not really sure how she felt about all of Lexa's guards knowing what they were up to last night and this morning. She swallowed awkwardly and then noticed the amusement in Lexa's expression.

"Well," Clarke started as she quirked her brow, "maybe they're used to loud noises coming from the Commander's bedroom."

Lexa raised an eyebrow at the obvious teasing and pulled her lips into a thin smirk. "Are you implying I take many women to my bed, Clarke? Is that what you think of me?"

Clarke could tell by Lexa's face that she wasn't offended so thought she'd push her luck further. "Well, I'm sure you've have no shortage of volunteers," she sassed.

Lexa's smug face quickly returned so Clarke threw a pillow at her. "You don't have to look so pleased with yourself," she mumbled a little bit, thinking about whether or not she really wanted to know the answer. She paused for a moment. "So have you?"

Lexa quickly stepped into her boxers. "Have I what?"

Clarke sighed and rolled her eyes. "You know."

Lexa tilted her head and was about to answer but Clarke cut in before she could.

"Wait, no, don't tell me," Clarke backtracked, as if she was battling with herself. "Or do... No, don't."

Lexa just glared at her. "Clarke, do not ask questions if you do not wish to know the answers."

Clarke smiled a little at Lexa's reprimanding tone. "I want to know."

Lexa raised her eyebrows as if she figured she would change her mind again.

"Okay," Clarke sighed, dropping her upper body back down on the bed. "But is it a lot?"

They were both saved the conversation when an abrupt knock came on the door. Lexa turned her attention toward it and stood as regally as she could, seeing as she was more or less just in her underwear. "Min op," she called out in a flat tone.

Clarke heard the door handle begin to rattle and assumed Lexa hadn't just ordered whoever it was to go away. "Lexa!" she breathed loudly as she reached down and grabbed the sheet that was by her hip and pulled it over herself. "Oh my God."

Lexa looked over to her not really seeing the problem but enjoying witnessing her scramble beneath the sheets all the same. "Clarke," she deadpanned, "half the tower will know where you spent the night and early morning."

Clarke gawped at Lexa astounded as the door opened and Pius came in. She seriously hoped she hadn't been loud enough that half the epically huge tower would've heard her... Lexa must have been joking, or at least so she hoped.

Pius barged into the room and nodded his head before Lexa. "Heda," he addressed her respectfully before he noticed the additional person in the Commander's bed. He paused when he saw who it was and then very awkwardly averted his gaze, clearing his throat a little as his gaze hit the floor at Lexa's feet. "Wanheda," he muttered, as much as his shock would allow him to. He looked back up at Lexa. "Biyo moba kom ai don min klin-"

"-Gonasleng, Pius," Lexa instructed. "Clarke's ears are friendly."

"Very well." Pius coughed again, clearly thrown by what he was seeing and looking like he really wanted to be anywhere but where he was. "You wanted to know when Indra arrived; she has just passed through the Polis gates."

"Good," Lexa responded in her usual clipped tone, her hands now clasped behind her back. "Tell her to visit the banquet hall, she must be hungry after riding all night. I will be with her shortly."

"Yes, Heda," he responded with a nod of his head, pausing awkwardly for a moment before he carried on. "The floor below us is now back to how it was; the guest bedrooms are ready to be used once more." His eyes flicked to Clarke for a moment before he pulled them away again, blinking somewhat rapidly.

Lexa nodded. "Good. Thank you, Pius."

Pius bowed his head again and then left much more quickly than when he walked in.

Lexa simply raised a brow and turned, moving over to her clothes on the armchair to assess how much repairing the handmaidens would need to do.

Clarke was still in shock that Lexa allowed Pius in the room in the first place with her still in bed and quite clearly naked. Obviously Lexa didn't care one way or the other what Pius thought about last night's activities, either that or she really was loud enough for a few floors to now be aware of it. Pius' words were also still lingering in her mind. She raised herself up on both elbows with a slight frown on her face. "Did he just informally tell you to send me back to my room?"

Lexa grinned. "Pius is not accustomed to seeing women in my bed," she replied, her lips forming a small smirk. "Contrary to whatever you may think."

Clarke flushed a little but actually felt much easier knowing that fact. "So uhmm, you let him in here with me like this just to see the expression on his face?"

Lexa grinned rather wickedly. She knew the visitor would be Pius before he even entered the room. He was the only person ever to be granted access to her chambers before she had properly risen for the day but of course Clarke didn't know that. A Commander had to get her kicks somehow, after all, and honestly they were fairly few and far between. She nodded, having very much enjoyed the disturbed look that crossed her advisors face. "And yours."

Clarke launched another pillow at her but Lexa easily dodged it. "You're evil, Heda."

Lexa chuckled a little as she walked toward her bathroom. "I recommend you get dressed."

Clarke sighed. "Time for war planning?"

"Yes," Lexa replied, "and you are needed for that. I will not be long," she finished as she rounded the corner at the back and to the left of her bed.

Clarke sighed and begrudgingly got out of bed, her whole demeanour feeling a whole lot lighter than the day before, it was just a shame her limbs didn't feel the same way. She stretched a little as she walked over to where her pants were flung the night before and grimaced a bit as she bent down to pick them up. She ached, and her thighs literally hurt but she wasn't about to complain; she felt absolutely amazing.

She smiled lazily as she picked up the rest of Lexa's clothes too, draping them across the bed as she stopped at the bottom of it and started putting her bra on before she pulled on her shirt over her messy hair. She combed her fingers through it a few times trying to tame it before she pushed it behind her ears, deciding that would just have to do. She wondered briefly how the hell this war meeting was going to go and it promptly started souring her mood so she sighed as she grabbed her pants from the bed and held them up so she could inspect them. Grounder pants certainly were complicated. Well, not really, but definitely more intricate that the pants she feel to Earth in. There seemed to be a lot of zips and buckles for absolutely no reason, and extra padding in places that really didn't need it. Clarke just frowned at them, thinking is was a much preferable thing to ponder over than how many of her people could possibly die in this upcoming war.

She was still frowning at them when Lexa rounded the wall and came back into the room, freshly scrubbed and holding a spare pair of boxers in her hand. She stopped abruptly across the other side of the bed when she noticed what Clarke was doing, furrowing her brow too in response and then her eyebrows travelled up her head as something struck her. "Did I rip them?" she asked, quietly concerned.

Clarke looked at her. "What?"

Something about Clarke's bewildered expression made Lexa smile. She pointed at Clarke's pants. "Your clothes. Are they ripped?"

"Oh," Clarke caught on. She swallowed as she lowered the pants in front of her. "No," she said as she shook her head. "I was just uhmm..." she trailed off, not knowing what to say.

Lexa's eyes widened a little. "Examining them?"

"Yeah," Clarke smiled, in part at Lexa's obvious amusement. She tried to look a little more serious. "They're just complicated."

Lexa shook her head as she grinned, once again wondering if the other clan leaders would still fear the great Wanheda if they knew she thought clothing was complicated. It was then she noticed Clarke was still naked from the waist down and was glad she brought the clean boxers with her. She threw them so they landed neatly just in front of Clarke on the still tousled sheets of the bed.

Clarke looked at the boxers and then up at Lexa.

"I thought you may like some clean ones," the Commander shrugged, her eyes quickly retreating from Clarke as she grabbed the remainder of her outfit from the bed, everything apart from her coat.

While Clarke certainly was appreciative, and as she smiled at Lexa as she strode across the room to her wardrobe it struck her all of a sudden at how domestic it all was, and it quickly became too much to process. "Thank you," Clarke replied with a cough, pulling the boxers on as fast as she could and then once more fumbling with her grounder pants.

Lexa sat on her sofa and started pulling on her boots having donned a fresh pair of pants of her own. She felt it too, the normalcy of it, or the normalcy it could become and she suddenly felt all hot around the collar. It wasn't the time to think about it, she deduced, pulling rather tightly at the laces of her boot, the heel of which was propped against the edge of the sofa and her leg bent at the knee so she could still glance at Clarke out of the corner of her eye. She was still regarding her pants as if they were some kind of puzzle but then finally she pushed her legs into them and started pulling them on.

The Commander grinned slightly before she steeled herself, getting to her feet with a big exhale of breath as she closed the space between them. There was something important she wanted to say but knew it would alter the mood considerably.

Lexa stopped in front of Clarke as she flexed her legs a little, getting used to the stretchiness of the pants. They were comfortable once they were on but getting them to sit right was a pain in the ass Clarke had come to realise, so she bent her knees a couple of times and then met Lexa's serious expression.

Lexa though, was finding it hard to stay on point. "Comfortable?" she asked at Clarke's rather uncomfortable face.

Clarke just sighed. "I don't get all the..." she trailed off, again, as Lexa raised a brow. "...Extra bits of material," she decided to settle on in the end.

Lexa looked down at the pants, her steeliness slipping as Clarke really did wear them well. "They are there for a reason, Clarke," she said, trying to keep the amusement from her tone.

"A reason?" Clarke responded, her eyebrow shooting upwards too. "To stick in places they really... shouldn't?"

Lexa couldn't help but grin, at that. She crouched down in front of Clarke and it was all Clarke could do to stop herself from feeling an instant spark of arousal. She swallowed and sucked in a shallow breath as Lexa started touching her where the extra pieces of material were. First just above her ankles and then around her knees.

"These were to help with your injury," Lexa started softly, her eyes following her fingers as they traced around the back of Clarke's once injured knees.

There was a hint of regret in Lexa's voice as she said it and it tugged at Clarke's heart, a little bit, but before she could say anything the Commander's hands continued on their journey northward and up Clarke's thighs, clearly not wanting to dwell on it.

That particular ache in Clarke's chest was quickly replaced by a very different kind of ache as Lexa's fingers seemed to move painfully slower the closer they got to the tops of Clarke's legs. She swallowed heavily and fidgeted momentarily as they finally came to settle on the thin layer of padding that began at the front and then swept around the inside and to the back of her thighs.

"No injury there," Clarke breathed, her heart rate steadily increasing.

"No," Lexa replied, not taking her eyes from the padding. "This is very important," she then said as her eyes flicked up to Clarke's. It would lead very nicely into the thing she wanted to discuss with her, and Lexa just looked at her for a moment before she reached down to her belt and pulled a thin metal blade out from behind it. It was no longer than three inches and so thin it was barely there at all but it was sharp, that much was evident by the way the light was catching it.

Clarke swallowed as she frowned; this was certainly going a different way to where she thought it was going a few moments ago.

"A throwing blade," Lexa said, twirling it between her fingers as if that was all the explanation Clarke needed. Lexa broke eye contact and concerned herself again with the padding at Clarke's thighs, moving the blade toward it which immediately made Clarke fidget where she stood. Lexa however held her steady. "It can be concealed here," she continued, expertly tucking the weapon within the padding on Clarke's left thigh. "You will not feel it but remember it is there," she finished as she got to her feet and gazed at Clarke's intrigued expression.

Clarke was busy moving and flexing her thigh to try and feel the blade but no matter how hard she tried she couldn't, a small smile finding its way to her lips with how impressed she was. "That's surprisingly..." she trailed off as she looked at Lexa. "...Not uncomfortable."

"It is not your comfort I am concerned about," Lexa said with a whole lot more authority than she intended. "Never reveal that weapon to your enemy-"

"-I assume you're referring to the blade?" Clarke joked but instantly curbed it when Lexa didn't even grin. Clarke cleared her throat. "What if I'm about to be killed?"

Lexa just eyed her. "Then you may," she carried on. "But always wait for the element of surprise." Then she walked over to the side table and returned with her dagger still in its sheath and two straps attached to that. Lexa had wanted to talk to Clarke about protecting herself should she need to last night but obviously other things got in the way and so now was the only opportunity she had left.

Clarke just raised her eyebrows at how serious Lexa was being and watched as the Commander unsheathed the dagger and held it up at her side.

"This is not a sword," Lexa began, and Clarke really couldn't help her small grin.

"Really?" Clarke asked sarcastically and Lexa just glared at her even more.

"Do not treat it as such."

Clarke honestly wondered if the Commander was about to give her a combat lesson right there in the bedroom, it seriously looked as though it stood a good chance so Clarke took in a breath and paid attention.

"Use it like this to parry and slice at your opponent. There is more control over the blade and its direction." She swiped it a few times as if to demonstrate. "The neck is best. Do not push in too much, just enough to sever the windpipe."

Clarke nodded and then Lexa dropped down to one knee and started strapping the dagger to Clarke's thigh.

"Right," Clarke breathed, suddenly feeling a lot more serious than a few minutes ago. Lexa tightened the straps and then stood back up, looking at Clarke once again. "That's your dagger," she said, the reality that she may really have to know how to use it in combat sinking in.

"I have many," Lexa answered quickly. "You must be careful."

Clarke's brow furrowed a little. "I will," she sighed and then she frowned some more. "So what if I lose the dagger? Throw it at someone and can't get it back?"

Lexa raised an eyebrow deciding she had ruined the mood enough for the moment. "Then never leave Zeek's side."

Clarke scoffed, at that. "Thanks for the vote of confidence."

Lexa let a small smile form on her lips but to be fair she wasn't entirely joking. She would be much happier if Clarke allowed Zeek and a few others to be with her constantly. "Clarke-"

She knew exactly where Lexa's train of thought was going so she cut her off before she could form a sentence. "-Actually I don't think I could lose Zeek even if I wanted to. The guys like my shadow."

Lexa's smile got a little wider. "Good," she responded, happy enough that Clarke wasn't telling her that she no longer wanted Zeek's protection.

"You know," Clarke began as she looked away. "I can look after myself. I managed to pretty well before, remember?"

Lexa knew the implication was Mount Weather, of course she did, and she could see that Clarke didn't particularly want to bring it up but she needed to in order to make her point. Lexa lifted her chin a little and was instantly reminded that just because Clarke was here and with her, it didn't mean that she was suddenly hers to protect. She breathed out and let some of her posture fall away, too. She of course knew that Clarke was capable, but she also knew that Nia was after her now, and had been ever since the fall of Mount Weather, perhaps, and that meant anyone could come for her, at any time and from anywhere, and it wasn't just reduced to the few who ventured from the Mountain in those strange suits.

Lexa nodded minutely, knowing she wouldn't get anywhere in forcing protection that Clarke wouldn't want but she also knew that it was necessary, even more so after last night. "Please, Clarke," she said quietly, the look of pleading never so clear in her expressive green eyes. "Just to be safe."

Clarke was satisfied she got her point across and to be honest, she didn't mind having Zeek around. She liked him and he was growing more on her by the day and he certainly wasn't bad to have around in an emergency; he had proved that a few times over. "Okay," she acquiesced with a small sigh, "if you're certain there's still a risk."

Lexa would be certain of it even if Nia wasn't an issue but that was something for another day. "I am certain," she confirmed with a little more authority in her tone before she strapped the dagger to Clarke's thigh.

Once finished she stood up and cleared the tension from her lungs with a deep breath as she pushed her shoulders back, readying herself to leave the room and face the rest of her day. She had a feeling it would be another long one. "I must meet with Indra," Lexa said as she reached around Clarke and picked up her coat from the bed, slipping it over her shoulders in long, practiced motion.

Clarke nodded her head, not particularly wanting the day to start itself properly but knowing that unfortunately it must. She sighed, not really wanting to have to share Lexa with the rest of the world either, for that matter, but that she couldn't afford to spend too much time dwelling on that so she just nodded and watched as Lexa freed her hair from beneath the collar of her coat.

"I will see you in the throne room later," the Commander added softly as she took a not so confident step into Clarke's personal space, her hand dropping after a moment to Clarke's hip.

It was strange seeing Lexa struggling to find a balance between being herself and being the Commander, and by strange she of course meant exceptionally cute. It was clear Lexa was preparing herself for the role she now had to play and Clarke could only assume the Lexa she had shown her last night was one she usually kept hidden away. The Lexa in front of her now was letting snippets of the Commander bleed through and it was completely endearing and a little weird all at once. Seeing Lexa naked and vulnerable last night and now once again in her usual Heda get up was just, surreal, but not altogether in a bad way. It was confusing, so Clarke again just nodded her head.

"Okay," Clarke responded with a small smile.

Lexa smiled too and then leaned in, pausing for a moment to give Clarke the chance to back away but when she didn't, Lexa closed the rest of the distance and kissed her chastely on the lips.

"Ste kefa," Lexa uttered before she moved to the door.

Clarke grinned as she looked after her, thinking that Lexa was likely doing this whole Trigedasleng thing on purpose, now. "You're not allowed to speak Trigedasleng to me until I can understand it!"

Lexa turned before she backed out of the door, a wide grin gracing her lips. "Then learn it," she offered as the door closed behind her.

Clarke sighed as she glanced around the room, it suddenly taking on a sense of emptiness now the Commander was gone. Her gaze fell to the bed and she quickly felt a warmth spread through her chest as images from last night shot through her mind. She coughed abruptly, not thinking that would prepare her very well for the day ahead and so she turned for the door, her stomach reminding her that she hadn't eaten and was in fact, starving.

She pulled open the door to find a number of guards all standing to attention outside and lining the hallway to the elevator, Zeek quickly glancing at her from half way down the hall. Clarke straightened her shoulders and walked over to him, adopting an authority she didn't exactly feel wondering how many of them had heard her and Lexa last night, and this morning too, for that matter.

She pushed it out of her mind as she stopped in front of Zeek however when he didn't immediately meet her gaze the exact same thoughts came flooding back again. Still, she knew she couldn't let it get to her so she cleared her throat and tried her best to act like it wasn't the only thing she could think about.

"I'm starving," Clarke said quietly, and that's when Zeek tilted his head to look at her. "Have you had breakfast?"

"Yes," he replied after a moment, his expression giving away absolutely nothing at all. "There will still be food if you wish to eat."

Clarke gave him a nod and they both began to walk down the hall, side by side and the silence of the vast corridor had never been as loud as Clarke was feeling it in that moment. It was ridiculous, but she felt embarrassed and struck by an overwhelming urge to fill the unbearable silence. It reminded her of how quiet the corridor on her floor had been the night before and she really didn't like it.

"Are you okay?" she asked as she looked at Zeek for want of having anything better to say and also the medic in her wanted to know how his injuries were.

Then his expressions were back and he glanced down at her curiously. "I am well," he responded as if he was completely unused to being asked that question. They reached the elevator doors and the attendant there called the lift. "I am healing," Zeek added as they came to a stop.

"That's good," Clarke smiled, still feeling rather awkward. Zeek had probably spent the night in a lot of pain thanks to his heroics and she and Lexa had spent quite a bit of it having sex. Rather loud sex, as well. She would have to make a considerable effort to not be as loud in future, if such a thing would be in her future, of course, and then she felt her cheeks heat up all over again. "I'm glad you're okay," she finished, staring at the door in front of her.

"I am glad you are okay as well," Zeek said after a moment, and it made Clarke smile.

She looked at him again. "That's because of you," she said with every bit of sincerity she could find. "Thank you."

Zeek was still staring at the door but he nodded in recognition of her words. He took a long moment before he looked down at Clarke again. "Did you thank Heda too?"

Clarke blinked a few times before she stared blankly at him, trying rather uselessly to decipher his meaning. "What?" she asked when she came up with nothing. Damn grounders and their poker faces. He must have been kidding, right?

"Heda," Zeek responded as if it was obvious. "She fought too. Did you thank her?"

Clarke was still blinking. He seemed genuine enough but surely he had to be making fun of her. She looked further into his eyes but couldn't see any hint of humour and so she just licked her lips, turning to look at the doors again as they opened. "Yeah," she finally answered. "I uhm... thanked her." She honestly wished she had the silence back.

They stepped onto the lift and as they turned around to face the closing doors she saw Zeek's lips twitch up at her discomfort and it was all she could do to stop herself from elbowing him in the ribs. She scoffed as she pushed her tongue against the back of her teeth and shook her head, knowing she was going to have to get him back for that, at some point, but then she remembered there was something a little more pressing that she needed to get on with.

"Zeek," Clarke began, her tone earning a glance from him and then her brow furrowed. "What does 'tombon' mean?"

Translations.

'Houmon'.

Spouse.

'Ai hai Heda'.

Expression similar to: 'Oh my God'.

"Klark...beja."

"Clarke...please."

"Uhh..helasha."

"Uhh..hell yeah."

"Sha Klark."

"Yes, Clarke."

"Sha, ai gaf yu der in, beja. Ona ai."

"Yes, I need you there, please. Inside me."

"Smuch ai op fos."

"Kiss me first."

"Toli woda."

"So, so wet."

"Yu non badas."

"You taste wonderful." (Okay I took some liberties here. 'Tasty' is 'non-non' so I reduced the word as really, 'non-non' in that context is not going to sound sexy and it'd ruin the flow, lol. I'm aware 'non' means 'no one' but ya know, just go with it!)

"Os son op, Klark."

"Good morning, Clarke." (Yeah, I made this one up).

"Deyon mou beda gon ai don stomba raun kom yu."

"The day is better because I woke up with you."

"Min op."

"Enter."

"Biyo moba kom ai don min klin-"

"Pardon my intrusion-"

'Gonasleng'.

English.

"Ste kefa."

"Be careful."

'Tombon'.

Heart.