The forest outside Polis was drenched in moonlight. Tall pines swayed in a gentle wind, silver leaves fluttering like whispered secrets. Kira stood on the edge of a clearing just outside the compound, breath misting in the cool air, arms folded across her chest. Her eyes tracked the stars.
Behind her, the soft crunch of boots on leaves.
"You disappeared from the feast," Lexa said.
Kira turned, not startled. She offered a half-smile. "Too many loud voices. Not enough space to breathe."
Lexa's head tilted slightly, the moon catching the sharp edges of her cheekbones. "But this is your victory. You brought Azgeda to heel. The people celebrate you."
Kira stepped closer, her voice low. "I didn't fight for the celebration. I fought for you. For us."
Lexa's breath caught, a flicker of vulnerability flashing in her eyes. But it passed quickly, replaced by the quiet control she'd perfected over years.
Kira reached out, gently brushing a stray strand of hair from Lexa's face. "Don't pull away. Not tonight."
Lexa stayed still. But her gaze lingered on Kira's face. "You know what happens if I let myself want this."
"I know. And I'm not asking for forever. Just this moment."
Lexa hesitated—then stepped forward.
The kiss was soft at first. An exhale against lips that had been waiting too long. Then deeper, hungrier. Kira's fingers slid into Lexa's hair, anchoring her as the storm broke loose between them. Lexa pulled her close, the armor of command dropping with every breath.
They found shelter in a hollow tucked beneath a ring of trees. Kira laid out her cloak, and they sank onto it together, hands trembling from the weight of what they were finally allowing themselves to feel.
Lexa straddled her, breath shallow as her fingers trailed the hem of Kira's tunic. "You're not afraid of me."
"No," Kira murmured. "I want you. All of you."
Fingers worked at laces and belts, kisses growing frantic. The tension they'd buried for so long burst free in moans muffled against bare skin, in gasps shared between mouth and throat, in bodies pressed close with reverence and heat. Kira's hand traced the curve of Lexa's spine, coaxing shivers as her lips followed.
Lexa, for once, did not lead.
She yielded. Let herself be held, touched, worshipped.
Kira took her time. Every kiss a vow. Every stroke a promise. Lexa's armor was gone, and in its place was a woman who wanted—craved—not power, not control, but closeness. The kind only Kira could give.
Hours passed.
When it was done, they lay tangled in each other's limbs. Lexa's head on Kira's chest, their fingers entwined.
"What now?" Lexa asked quietly.
Kira pressed a kiss to her hair. "Now we protect what we've started."
A beat.
"And maybe do that again. Often."
Lexa chuckled—a rare sound. "You're insatiable."
"Only for you."
They stayed like that until the stars faded and the horizon warmed with the promise of dawn.
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