The next few days passed quickly. Anya's strength was returning quickly and it seemed that her return home was fast approaching. Clarke didn't like that. Kane had been stripped of his guard duties as well as everyone in the group that night. Bellamy went kicking and screaming, much to Clarke's distaste. In her eyes, he was just an overgrown man child that didn't always get what he want. However, his hatred of the grounders was accounted for and therefore deemed him unfit to hold a weapon on their lands. Finn returned from an excursion with Murphy and two others. It seemed that he had massacred an entire grounder village in the search for Clarke. Anya's eyes had lit up like a raging forest fire. She beat Finn within an inch of his life and Clarke couldn't bring herself to care. She was the one to stop Anya, surprisingly. Anya had screamed all kinds of obscenities, but she relented after Clarke told her to fight him elsewhere, but not there. Anya had explained to Clarke that blood must have blood and the Commander would want his blood. This lead to a line of questions that Anya ignored, in turn pissing Clarke off.

This all was fine and dandy until a group of grounder riders approached Camp Jaha's gates. Anya ran to them, shocking the soldiers.

"General, you're alive!" One of the men shouted in disbelief.

Anya smirked. "Like a sky person's bullet could stop me."

The men hooted in glee, but they were soon stopped by the presence of a certain blonde woman. "General, the Commander demands a boy named Finn and the leader of the Skaikru."

Anya turned to Clarke and made a face as to say 'told you so'. "Clarke, prepare to set off. Tie the boy to one of the horses."

Clarke's eyes widened. "There must be some other way, Anya. Please."

Anya's features were sharp which just made her angry face that much scarier. "You didn't seem to mind his impending death when I was the one delivering the blow." She argued.

"Anya, I know, but he just, I don't, I can't-" Clarke sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. "Let me discuss this with my mother and Kane."

Anya frowned but nodded and climbed onto one of the horses. "Hurry, skybird. We must leave at once."

Clarke nodded back and took off running to the Arc. Inside, she met with the others. "They want Finn." Clarke announced solemnly.

Bellamy growled. "It'll be a cold day in hell that we give up one of our people to those savages."

"He murdered innocents! Women and children included!" Clarke disputed.

Raven gasped and turned to Finn who had been lingering to the side. "What the hell, Finn?"

"I-I don't know! I just kept shooting and shooting..." Finn trailed off.

Clarke glared at the clearly deranged boy. Any traces of the boy she could have loved were definitely gone by this point. "I think we should agree to their demands. They want me to come as well. I think they will agree to an alliance."

Abby turned to her daughter. "You can't go. I can't lose you too."

"I have to do this. For my people. And Finn must die for his people." Clarke spat at him.

Finn looked close to escaping, but Raven was faster than him. Raven bound his arms together, all while tears made their tracks on her face. "This will save us all. You have doomed us, but now you will save us." she cried softly.

He was in a state of shock and betrayal, yet he still tried to struggle out of her grasp. "No! Why would you guys do this to me?"

Clarke pulled out her knife and pressed it against his throat. "I will save my people, no matter the cost, Finn." Clarke growled out. Once the boy was thoroughly convinced that there was no escape from his fate, Clarke turned back to the other members. "I will go to TonDC and I will make this right," she sighed. "I have to."

Clarke, Finn, Abby, Kane, Raven, Octavia, and Bellamy made their way to the gates, leaving one of the other members in charge until Abby and Kane returned.

Anya greeted Clarke with a stoic nod. Despite their bonding from the past few days, Anya never treated Clarke any differently when they were around people, except for maybe Abby, but not even her now that she was heal. Anya strode towards Clarke on a magnificent black stallion that had two heads instead of one. "Climb on." Anya stated.

Clarke looked from the horse to Anya in skepticism. Anya rolled her eyes and held out her hand for Clarke to grasp. She threw her leg over the side of the horse and relaxed her back against Anya. Clarke turned her head to Raven who tied Finn to one of the riders horses and shared a look with the girl who had everything taken from her. Clarke couldn't bear to maintain Raven's gaze so she focused on the soft thumps of the horse's hooves.

After some time, Clarke suddenly felt Anya's hot breath on her ear. "Have you ever ridden a horse, Clarke?"

Clarke blushed and shook her head no. "We didn't have room on the Arc nor the oxygen for animals."

"That is a shame. I suppose I'll just have to teach you how to ride one sometime." Anya said with an air of indifference. Clarke beamed and bit her lip to keep from splitting her lips into beautiful smile.

Clarke cleared her throat. "Thank you, Anya."

"It is wise to know how to control those inferior to you." Anya let out a breath and rested her arms on Clarke's thighs, still holding the reins.

It only occured to Clarke then that something hard was pressed against her back. "Hey, Anya?"

"Hmm?" The older woman responded.

Clarke bit her lip harder, her hands covering Anya's. "Are you poking me with one of your knives or something?"

Though her face yielded no expression, Anya was embarrassed. "Sorry, Clarke. I cannot help it. You are rubbing up against me and you have caused a reaction out of me." She whispered into the blonde's ear.

Clarke squeaked quietly, causing Anya to chuckle lowly. "It's fine, Anya. I didn't mean to."

"It's not like I am complaining, skygirl." Anya smirked. Hearing no response from Clarke besides a gruff, she let her smirk fall into a small playful smile.

The journey to TonDC took much longer than Clarke thought, her thighs aching from the long ride. She couldn't imagine having to walk there all this time, though. She peered back at her "guards" who seemed content with themselves. When they arrived at the small town, she smiled softly in awestruck wonder. "This is TonDC?" Clarke asked excitedly.

Anya couldn't help but match Clarke's smile. "It is. This is one of the biggest villages that our clan occupies." Anya said proudly.

"It's lovely, Anya." Clarke complimented honestly. Anya did not reply, but Clarke could feel the smile radiating from her.

Despite the reasons she is here, Clarke is estatic to finally see how the grounders live. She knew little to nothing about them but it seemed like they knew everything about the Arc members. Probably because they watch us in the trees, Clarke snorted. When she felt Anya's questioning gaze on her, she shrugged. The riders and the sky members arrived at a large tent, perhaps the largest one in this place. Anya dismounted her horse, helping Clarke down as well, and she lead the sky people into the tent.

Upon a throne that looked like it was straight out of Game of Thrones, Clarke noted, sat a gorgeous brunette playing with a knife. Her eyes were covered with what looked like black coal, and her deep emerald eyes landed on Clarke's set of blue mist. Curiosity arose in the brunette's and for the first time since she set out on this journey, Clarke felt nervous.

"Commander!" Anya greeted, running over to the woman.

Her voice came out raspy, as if this was her first time speaking. "Anya...you're alive." The Commander replied.

"Think I would leave you without saying goodbye?" Anya grinned and placed a hand on the Commander's shoulder.

To most, it would look like a mask of indifference, but to Clarke, it seemed like the Commander was smiling albeit barely. She stirred from her thoughts when Anya introduced her to the stoic brunette. "This is Clarke Griffin, leader of the Sky People. Clarke, this is the Commander Lexa of the twelve clans."

Clarke held out her and to which Lexa gripped her arm in spite of Clarke's momentary confusion. "Clarke." Lexa stated, looking between Anya and her. She looked to the others with a glance of indifference between deciding that they weren't of any threat. "Did you bring the boy?" She asked Clarke.

Clarke turned to Raven and nodded. Raven flashed out and in the tent with Finn, almost pushing him towards Commander Lexa. Finn stood shaking in front of Lexa, desperately wanting this to be over.

"So you are the one who murdered my people?" Lexa asked, but it came out more as a statement.

Finn opened his mouth to which Lexa raised her hand. "Killed over sixteen women and children?"

Clarke stood to the side with Anya quietly, taking in all of Lexa's form. Anya obviously noticed and elbowed the hell out of Clarke's side with a graceful smirk. Clarke decided to stop oggling the Commander at once.

"If only I could kill you where you stand." Lexa said evenly, but her cold glare betrayed her. "You will suffer the pain of the sixteen you slaughtered. It is the our way."

The room was filled with a painstakingly awkward silence as the realization sinked in. Clarke wasn't affected by his death. In fact, she believed it to be justified. She's just glad that she only had to give up one life for the debt to be repaid.

Lexa summoned her guards to cart Finn away until tonight's gathering to watch his death. She glanced over to Anya, silently asking her to stay, to which Anya nodded. "You all must retire to your tents. My guards will escort you," she paused, " but you stay Clarke."

"Oh, uh, alright." Clarke mumbled. Anya snickered behind Lexa, then feigned innocence when Lexa raised an eyebrow at her. Lexa motioned for Clarke to sit and then took her own place at her throne.

Her eyes raked over Clarke with an unreadable expression. Clarke's eyes flickered over to Anya anxiously, who shrugged. "Clarke."

"Y-yeah?" Clarke stuttered, earning an eye roll from Anya.

Lexa's gaze lingered on her body before meeting her eyes. "It is a pleasure to meet you. My scouts report you saving Anya last week. Is this correct?"

"I was returning the favor." Clarke answered. Anya's surprised expression told Clarke that she wasn't expecting that. Ha, Clarke thought.

Lexa turned to Anya. "And what favor was that?"

"I'm not sure what she means, Commander." Anya replied honestly.

Clarke huffed. "She took me home and then she took a bullet for me. Debt repaid."

"Actually, you saved me from the mountain men. I repaid you by taking you home." Anya explained.

"But yet you took a bullet for me." Clarke retorted and softened at Anya's gaze. "I don't have an answer as to why, Commander." She turned her attention back to Lexa who had been watching with rapt attention.

Lexa shifted in her seat and smiled tightly. "Yes, I am a bit befuddled by that action as well."

Anya squirmed under Lexa's scrutinizing gaze and crossed her arms upon her chest. "I owe no explanation. I owed a life debt and I repaid it."

"If you say so." Clarke snorted.

Anya tossed a glare towards the blonde and turned to Lexa. "I do, however, think agreeing to an alliance with the sky people would be in our favor. They want to help us take down the Mountain Men."

Lexa slowly tilted her head down in thought, then faced Clarke. "Tell me, Clarke. What favors you into an alliance with my people into defeating the Mountain Men?"

Clarke considered the question for a moment. "My people are also inside of the mountain. They are treated like guests, not like the blood bags your people were." Clarke grimaced. "I wish to save my friends, but I only want to hold those responsible for your people's blood."

"No one in the mountain is innocent." Lexa retorted and stopped playing with her dagger. "They all have my people's stolen blood coursing through their veins!"

Clarke folded her arms across her chest defensively. "I agree with that, but there are children in the mountain and those who verbally oppose the blood treatments."

Lexa stood quickly and Anya moved between them, catching Lexa's eyes with her own. "Leksa, please."

"She has made you weak, Onya." Lexa said harshly. "Jus drein jus draun."

Clarke asked, "What does that mean?"

"Blood must have blood." Anya supplied.

Clarke shook her head. "You will have your blood, Commander, but not the innocents. Not the children."

Silence engulfed the room, all three women passing glances to each other. Lexa's hand was gripped on the handle on the sword strapped to her side. Clarke noticed her knuckles becoming white and she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. "I am trying my best." Clarke spoke softly, shoulders sagging.

Anya leaned towards Lexa's ear. "We can spare the goufas, but the elders must be slain."

Lexa released a hollow breath and nodded, her eyes training on Clarke's closed ones and her grip loosening on her sword. "We will discuss the details of the alliance after the burning of the one you call Finn."

With that, Clarke opened her eyes, tears brimming the edges. "Thank you, Lexa." Clarke choked out and bowed her head towards the Commander. She turned her eyes to Anya's. She recognized the fear and anxiousness in the depths of the brown eyes. "May I speak with Anya alone?"

Lexa's lips tightened. "As you wish. This would be a good time as any for Anya to show you to your tent. We will also discuss what this is later as well."

Both Anya and Clarke bristled, clearly perturbed by Lexa's blunt mention of their mixed emotions with each other. "Perhaps your eyes betray you, Commander. I feel nothing for the sky girl." Anya growled.

Clarke's tears were slipping and she turned around to the opening of the tent, hiding her weakness. "The feeling is reciprocated." Clarke mangaged to keep her voice steady, yielding no evidence of her rejection.

This did not go unnoticed, however, by the two other women. Anya's insides ached to soothe Clarke, to show her that she was lying, but it was dangerous to do so. After all, it was weakness, and the Commander did not tolerate weakness.

Lexa's lips pulled into a frown, displeased that she had upset the blonde. She shouldn't care, but yet she does. "Yes, well, my mistake. Take your leave." Lexa turned and went to sit upon her throne once more.

Anya made to stand by Clarke, but the golden-haired beauty couldn't be close to her, not now. Clarke pushed her way out of the tent, confronted by many more tents. Which one was hers?

"I will lead you to where you will be staying for the next few nights, Clarke." Anya spoke beside her, soon passing her.

Clarke squared her jaw and followed the older woman. Her eyes laid heavily against Anya's backside, not wanting to focus on the quiet murmurings of TonDC. Clarke's gaze lowered to Anya's ass, and she cursed herself for knew she shouldn't tempt herself with things that were never to be. She quickly turned her attention to a couple of children playing with each other. They were dressed in small tunics and fur-lined pants. They played with a leather-bound ball, kicking it back and forth. An easy smile was plastered onto Clarke's lips. However, it didn't last long because the ball strayed towards Clarke's midsection. She held the ball in her hands and looked at the children, fear masking their faces.

Anya growled. "You foolish yongons! You watch what you do!" Anya's anger turned into confusion when she heard laughing.

Clarke's melodious laughter penetrated the air, causing many eyes to fall on them. She stepped towards the two children and kneeled before them. Anya's eyes widened slightly, confused as to why Clarke lowered herself before a child.

"It is okay. They were just playing, Anya. No harm, no foul." Clarke grinned, ruffling both children's hair. She kicked the ball towards the now smiling children. Her expression turned serious and that wiped the smiles off their faces. "However, I do ask for payment for your crimes. Jus drein jus draun."

The children shook with terror, stilling only when Clarke's face breaks out into another beautiful smile. "I want in on the next game." Both parties rejoiced in the decision as the children nodded their consent. "Find me when I am not busy." She parted with a goodbye and continued on with Anya.

Anya's gaze was unwavering. It made Clarke uneasy. "Why are you staring at me like that?"

Anya blinked and hurriedly flicked her eyes elsewhere, coughs spilling out of her throat. "I was just looking. No reason." She replied, walking into a tent separated from the others.

Clarke hmm'ed and followed Anya inside. She peered around her surroundings. Nothing adorned the walls of the tent, but there was a small table, some chairs, food, a bucket, and a large, metal oval shaped tin. She thought that it must be a grounder-style bathtub. Clarke walked into an adjacent room, finding a bed with many furs on it and a chest. She sat at the edge of the bed and laid back. She couldn't stop the rumbling in her throat spilling as she relaxed on the most comfortable bed she's had in weeks, months even.

Anya smirked and walked over to a chair beside the bed. "Is it suitable, prisa?"

"Mm, very." Clarke practically purred out, turning on her stomach and immersed herself into the furs. "I could spend the rest of my life in this bed." Clarke sighed happily.

Anya grinned and moved to sit on the bed. The new dip in Clarke's bed caught her attention. She turned her head to look up at Anya. She was about to say something like "Get off my bed" or "Fuck you for treating me like you might have feelings for me" but the words got caught in her throat as she took in Anya's appearance. Anya's body had been cleaned of blood, but traces of dirt stuck to her nails and her braids were all but organized. Anya looked more broken than put together. Still, Anya was smiling, though she'd probably kill Clarke for even suggesting that she might be doing such an act.

"You're staring, Klark." Anya whispered, her inflection on Clarke's name resounding hard upon her lips.

Clarke hugged herself close to the furs, but maintained the gaze. "I know."

Anya swallowed hard, desperate trying to filled her lungs with air. "I am sorry."

"Do not apologize for being honest, Anya." Clarke replied softly, as if she spoke any louder, the moment would be ripped away from her.

Anya sighed. "I am not apologizing for that," Anya paused when Clarke shot her a questioning eye, "I am apologizing for lying." Anya admitted.

Clarke drew a sharp intake of breath and sat up, facing Anya. "Lying about what?" She asked.

"About whether I had any feelings for you. About whether or not I think about my lips against yours every moment of the day. About whether or not I wish to make you mine." Anya said, her eyes closing. Her heart thumped against her chest with a fevor, anxiously awaiting Clarke's response.

She felt new contact of forehead against forehead. Her eyes fluttered open and she was met with a close proximity of the ocean. No, it was Clarke's eyes, but who could tell the difference?

Clarke slowly cupped Anya's jaw, her thumb tracing down Anya's cheek and then her lips. She blushed when Anya peppered tiny kisses to her thumb. She wanted this just as much as Clarke wanted this.

"I want to kiss you." Anya said earnestly.

Clarke smiled and moved her nose against Anya's. "I want to kiss you too."

The past few days felt like they never happened when Clarke saw Anya's radiant smile. Clarke remembers what it felt like to feel the Earth's cool breeze on her, the sun engulfing her with its rays for the first time. She felt like that right now.

Anya looked into Clarke's eyes one last time before lowering her gaze to soft pink lips. She moved slowly, but half of her journey was met with Clarke's own lips. The new sensation of Clarke's lips quickly lit a fire inside of Anya and it showed no sign of stopping.

Clarke entangled her hands into Anya's braids, drawing her closer. It was slow, but it was quickly gaining pace. Anya was feverently moving her hands down Clarke's sides. There was nothing Anya wanted to do more than gather Clarke's ass in her hands, but she had deep respect for Clarke and she would not rush the girl. However, that didn't stop Anya from slipping her hands under Clarke's top and holding her bare hips in her hands.

The panting of Clarke made Anya pause, the fever breaking. "Are you okay?" Anya asked worriedly.

"I'm fine. I just needed air." Clarke laughed softly and buried her face in Anya's neck. Anya tensed at the gesture, but relaxed and wrapped her arms tightly around Clarke when she looked like she was about to pull away. "You're a good kisser."

A smirk adorned Anya's lips. "Like you had any doubt, skybird. My haughtiness is well earned and is not created from foolish pride."

"That is debatable." Clarke challenged, quickly placating Anya's reply with soft kisses.

Happiness poured out of every facet on Anya's face. Her eyes were glowing and her lips showed no sign of drooping downwards. "There is no question in it." Anya retorted and kissed Clarke once more, sighing happily.

They laid together in peace before Clarke broke the silence. "Why did you say you didn't like me then?"

"I wish to rest, Clarke." Anya huffed.

"Then I guess you won't miss these lips." Clarke said, arching an eyebrow at Anya unamused.

Anya groaned and glared at Clarke, although there was no real malice behind it. "Love is weakness, Clarke. At least, according to Leksa, it is."

"Why would she ever believe that? Love is not weakness! It is beauty. It is healing." Clarke said.

Anya stroked Clarke's cheek with her thumb, her scent infiltrating her senses in the most beautiful way. "Leksa has known love many times. Each time, she has had it taken from her. She almost had me taken from her. I can understand how her heart has frozen."

Clarke looked at Anya, her heart skipping a beat. "Are you and Lexa lovers?" She asked it like she was dreading the answer. Maybe she was.

Anya paused, unsure of what to say. "I cannot say no, Clarke."

Tears were spilling out of Clarke's eyes before she could register the soft fingertips encircling her wrist. "But you must understand, Clarke. Allow me to explain. Please."

Clarke stilled and nodded. "I'm listening."

"I am an Alpha, Clarke. You know this." Anya paused until Clarke nodded. "You may have noticed that Leksa is also an Alpha, yes?" Clarke nodded again. "Traditionally, Alphas cannot mate unless they are part of a mate including an Omega. It is not common for Omegas to be mated with two Alphas, but it is not unheard of."

Clarke's confusion turned into understanding. "So what you're saying is, you want me to mate you and Lexa?"

Anya shrugs. "The choice is up to you. I love Leksa, but you are giving me many conflicted feelings. I feel stirrings in my chest that were not there before I had met you. I thought of your scent from the bridge for many days. While I was imprisoned, I almost thought I went mad because I kept smelling you. Turns out you had been in the area and I had not realized. I cannot stop thinking about you, Clarke. However, I truly believe that Leksa will fall for you soon. You have only just met. I think us three were meant to be."

Clarke is caught speechless in the aftermath of Anya's honest thoughts. She did find Lexa to be incredibly attractive, but at the same time, she had no idea who this woman was.

The blonde looks at Anya pensively, then gives her a small smile. "I can try to see if Lexa will have me."

Anya's joy increased tenfold. She crashed her lips against Clarke's with a renewed hunger to claim. Clarke was taken aback by Anya's ferosity, but her inner Omega was pleased. Anya's hot mouth was on her neck, sucking and biting with a desire that couldn't be quenched. Clarke's moans filled the tent with increasing volume and frequency. Anya's hands itched to claim. Mine, mine, mine, chanted in her head. It took all of her willpower to pull away and settle for snuggling against Clarke from behind. The fires that had started in her heart had moved downwards, creating a physical form of her sapphic pleasures. And Clarke noticed it immediately. Clarke experimentally pressed against Anya until their bodies were firmly against each other. Clarke was pleased when Anya let out a stiff moan. "Clarke, too much." Anya said, but her body betrayed her by pressing her length against Clarke's backside harder.

"I'm sorry, Anya." Clarke's tone betrayed the words she said, as well as the cheeky smile gracing her lips.

Anya panted quietly as Clarke allowed her to grind against her. Clarke's purring wasn't helping Anya's diminishing want to stop. "We need to stop, Clarke." Anya pleaded.

Clarke noticed the lilt in Anya's voice and immediately ceased her teasing. She turned over and kissed Anya's cheek. "We should probably go see what the Commander is up to." Clarke offered as a way of distracting Anya.

A/N: Holy shit guys, this gained more attention than I would've thought! Thanks for all of the reviews, follows, and favs! All mistakes are mine.