Clexa One Shots

OS 2: Waking up Pt.2

Lexa Pov

THUD. THUD. THUD. I sat straight up, sweat pouring off of me, and the furs collected around my waist. The light still coming through the decorative window lace hinted that it was almost midday. How had I slept so late?

Then all the memories of the nightmare came back filling my head, and I tore the furs from around me looking for my girlfriend, but the bed was cold and had been for hours. A light knocking at the door caught my attention and I slipped out of bed, grabbing a panther skin robe out of the closet.

I took careful but hurried footsteps to the door where the light knocking persisted. Once reaching the door, I saw it had been unlocked earlier, and I remembered locking it last night... for... reasons.

I slipped the latch and peeked out. There, my green eyes met a blue like the sky. Clarke's eyes. Her face was scrunched up, and her blue sapphire eyes glinted with worry.

That was the moment I realized that I must have looked like a mess. After my nightmare, I think I remember a couple of tears making a path down my face, my hair also in disarray.

"Lexa...? What, are you okay?" Clarke leaned against the door and I let her in, my eyes finding a suddenly very interesting stain on the floor. I examined this stain. The green puke colour, the size, and the shape..

Clarke walked past me, and I heard a metallic clatter, the tray of food she had been holding being set in the eating table. Then I heard her soft footsteps making their way back over to me. The reassuring weight of her hands pressing down on my shoulders and turning me slightly. She still looked worried, and was searching my face for any indication of what made my expression so sour. Albeit it was softened by my girlfriend's reappearance.

I leaned in, and Clarke wrapped her arms around me. I struggled to make my arms do the same, but eventually I wrapped my arms around her. I dug my nose into her shoulder and started sobbing. Clarke stroked my back and reached out to close the door.

After it clicked shut, she led me over to the bed and sat me down. Next, she went over to retrieve a glass of water that she had grabbed with the rest of the tray. Then she sat next to me, handed me the water, and waited until I had calmed enough to explain.

With Clarke's help, I took deep breaths and eventually managed to keep my hands from shaking as much. I summoned up every last shred of courage that I had just to look her in the eye. The usually shining blue orbs were tainted with a dark sea gray. She was worried, and I didn't need her to tell me.

"When, when I woke up, you...weren't... there. I- I looked for you but..." I managed to stutter out through deep gasps. It turns out as soon as I started explaining what has made me distressed, it brought the lump back to my throat.

My girlfriend lurched forwards faster than I could comprehend, and felt strong arms wrapped around me. A supporting hand held my back so I was pressed against her while I shook. Her other hand was gently pushing my head into her shoulder while she whispered sweet nothings in my ear.

Clarke knew that I couldn't talk even if I wanted to, and even then no spoken words could reassure me.

The contents of my nightmare trickled back into my head and I shivered. Flashes of blood, screams echoing around a small metal room. The cries of pain and suffering. But I had heard all of this before. What had shaken me, was the mop of blonde hair laying amidst the blood.

Clarke.

I pulled her closer while I sobbed, not wanting my nightmare to be true, holding her and not letting go. I could tell that Clarke sensed that I just needed some time before we talked. So we sat there holding each other.

After a while, I felt a groggy feeling, like waking from a deep sleep. I must have fallen alseep at some point. Looking beside me, Clarke was resting her head on my chest and was breathing deeply.

Luckily, I hadn't had any more visions, no, not visions. And not a nightmare. Something in between. Like... I don't know. But it felt too real to be a figment of my imagination. And I know nothing like that had ever happened. So what was it?

I sighed, hoping that whatever it was I wouldn't have to deal with it. Already I had to deal with the 13 clans, I didn't want any outside problems.

My movement must have awakened the blonde because she shifted her head to look me in the eyes. Worry still danced in the blue depths but they were hopeful.

"Good afternoon." She whispered, still searching my expression for signs of earlier's breakdown. I gave her a small smile, and it seemed to be enough to convince her.

Clarke shuffled up beside so we were face to face and pressed a lingering kiss to my lips. It was gentle, like I was fragile and Clarke was scared to break me. As she pulled away she smiled gently, and I returned it.

"How are you?" Clarke asked softly. I looked at her striking eyes and golden hair and my smile grew.

"Better."

"You should get dressed before we go down." My girlfriend mused. I gazed down and realized that I was still just wearing my panther covering. Letting out a soft laugh I agreed.

Slowly, I pulled the sheets off of the both of us and swung my legs off of the bed. The floor was sending jolts of freezing cold electricity up my legs and freezing my sleep-warmed body. I shivered again and Clarke wrapped her arms around me from behind. As she gently kissed my neck, I felt a smirk grow on her face.

"Maybe going downstairs can wait..." She whispered.

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