Well, here it is. I went and did it. I'm deep in something now.
So, ever since the promo for the Clexa kiss happened, I've been flippin the eff out. I saw saw the episode last night and ever since then my Saturday was filled with Clexa thoughts and reading Clexa fanfiction.

No, I don't have a life.

So after reading fic upon fic of Clarke having war makeup on her face, I'd thought I'd do my own take on it. We'll see how this goes down.

Clarke Griffin is, by all means, strange. From head-to-toe, everything about the blond was unpredictable. But Lexa didn't mind. It all worked out for her in the end. After all, why else would Clarke be standing in front of her, looking her in the eyes and smiling, while the small amount of distance between them had been closed repeatedly.

Their small bit of "I'm not ready," lasted an incredibly short time. They had their little ordeal, kept it on hold for a while, won the war, and "I'm not ready," turned into, "Full steam ahead."

And Lexa had discovered something new. Clarke was an incredibly good kisser, though Lexa would rather not think about where she had learned, or, more specifically, whom she had practiced on.

Lexa smiled, and while it was only a small, tender smile, for Lexa, it was her beaming. Clarke smiled too, resting her forehead against the Commander's. She bit her lip, then pulled away. "I have to go," she said, the disappointment evident in her voice. "I promised Octavia and Raven I'd hang out with them for a while."

The corner's of Lexa's mouth turned down slightly. "From where would you be hanging?" she asked, trying to understand why Clarke wanted to hang with her friends.

Clarke laughed. "No, no. Hanging out, it means to spend time with them." she said, chuckling. That little ignorant side of Lexa was quite amusing when she let people see it.

The Commander nodded solemnly. "Then you shouldn't be late." she stated.

Clarke frowned, saddened by Lexa's lack of reluctance to let her go. "You don't want me to stay here?" she asked.

Lexa opened her mouth to say something, closed it, and then opened it again. "I don't want you to leave, of course. But you must go... ''hang out'' with your friends. You made plans." she said, keeping her stoic facial expression. Clarke smiled lightly, taking Lexa's hand in hers gently. "Mochof, Leksa." said said, before letting go of her hand and taking a step back, adjusting her cloths.

Lexa's eyebrows raised, and her head tilted to the side slightly. "Where did you learn Trigedasleng?" she inquired, taking a few steps around Clarke to sit on top of her bed of furs.

"Octavia," Clarke answered, putting on her jacket that she had apparently taken off at some point. "I'm not very good, though, I only know the basics." she added, clapping her hands together. "Do I look like we where in a meeting? Or like we did... well, what we did?" she asked Lexa.

Lexa chuckled slightly. She looked over Clarke shamelessly, and her eyes landed on her face. There was a black smudge of Lexa's warpaint, going from the tip of her nose, then horizontally until it was halfway under her eyes. "You look fine." Lexa told her blond friend. Clarke smiled, that's the best I'm gonna get was basically what she thought. "I'll see you later, Lexa." She said, laughing gently, before turning and walking out of Ton DC.

Clarke made her way throughout camp, and found the beaten down trail to a small pool that, Clarke had made sure, held no life-or-death threats. She jogged down the trail, already hearing Octavia's voice, then Raven's laughter. Soon, she reached the two female friends. "Hey, sorry I'm a little late. Meeting lasted longer then I thought."

Octavia waved her off. "It's whatever," she said, turning around to look at her. "How- Clarke?"

"Yeah?"

"You uhm, got something..." Raven supplied, tapping the area of Clarke's smear.

Clarke's eyebrows furrowed together, like they did when she was trying to work out a problem. She touched the idicate bit of face, and pulled her hand back to see some of Lexa's war paint on her hand.

"Why do you have grounder war paint on your hand?" Octavia asked, eyebrows raising in suspicion.

Clarke started wiping the rest of the war paint off her face. "I must've got some on my hands..." she muttered.

Octavia laughed. "Do you normally go placing your hands on the face of a grounder?" she questioned, getting out of the water to help Clarke get it off, as she was missing most of it. Clarke made a face, dropping her hands and letting Octavia take over. "You know that's not what I meant." she complained.

"So Lexa leaves her war paint lying around?" Raven pressed, threading water. Her smug smirk irritated Clarke. "No, I don't know, she hand some on her hands and I touched something she touched, or something." Clarke said, irritated.

"Fine, fine, whatever." Raven said, holding her hands in the air like she was surrendering.

"There we go," Octavia said, getting off the last of the war paint and wiping what was on her hand on her wet, quite ripped, maroon crop top. She was surprised it survived the encounter with the giant eel the first time she had gone swimming. "Thanks..." Clarke muttered, touching her cheek as Octavia waded back in the water. Damn that Lexa. Clarke thought, taking off her jacket and jeans, leaving her in a fresh pair of tights she got from her mother and her usual white tank, that was stained and battered and desperately needed this swim.

The next time, it was Wick who pointed out the little black flaw on Clarke's face.

Clarke had walked into Raven's little mechanics room, only to find Wick- Kyle, whatever his name was, sitting behind her working desk. Waiting for her, he said.

"What do you need?" he asked Clarke, leaning back in Raven's seat. "Radio? Walkie-talkie?"

Clarke shook her head. "Just stopping by to see how she was doing. Tell her I stopped by." she told Wick, waving a goodbye and turning to leave, then Wick called her name. Clarke turned. "What's up?" she asked.

"You have grounder war paint on your face." he said, chuckling. Clarke's hands immediately flew up to her cheek. "Nose," Wick supplied.

It took her a while to dodge all of Wick's questions and getting the war paint off her nose. But she did it. And she left right after.

The next time, Bellamy pointed it out. Then Lincoln, and Indra, and her mom, and Kane, and even Lexa's guards. Clarke had been told multiple times to invest in a mirror. By the time Clarke took their advice, there was no use. Everybody assumed that Lexa and Clarke where doing more then just look over the alliance plans in their meetings.

One day, when Clarke was making her way to Ton DC, she was intercepted by Raven, Octavia, and Bellamy. Clarke groaned. "What now?" she asked.

"So, Clarke," Bellamy starting, his smile betraying much. "You got something you wanna tell us?"

"No, I don't, and I'd rather you mind your own business."

"Awe, c'mon Clarke." Octavia pressed, swinging her arms and smiling Bellamy's smile. "I mean, you got a little more war paint on your forehead."

Clarke moved her hand to her forehead and kept walking, keeping her mouth closed.

"She's kidding, Clarke," Raven pointed out. "But you know, everybody thinks that... you know."

Clarke raised her hands in surrender, walking backwards. "Fine! Fine. You win." she said, her voice hard. "Lexa... Lexa's kinda my girlfriend." she said.

"Yes!" Octavia cheered. "I knew it! I told you something was going on! Raven, you owe me."

Clarke groaned. One thing was for sure.

This is not how she wanted people to find out.