The Last Stand

 

Lexa took a bold step to the right, dragging Clarke with her. Her palm collided with the heavy wooden door, pushing it open just enough for their bodies to slip through. Once inside, Lexa released Clarke’s hand and threw her body weight against the door, slamming it shut. She quickly flicked the deadbolt just as a startling bang echoed in the small office. She watched, wide-eyed as the doorknob twisted.

 

Instinctively, she grabbed at the handle, trying to hold it in place. Lexa jumped back as her palm prickled and burned. She clutched at her hand, glaring at the angry flesh that still sizzled from touching the burning hot metal.

 

The door shuddered again, and the sound lit Lexa’s body alight. She dashed around the back of the desk and through all her strength at it. It moved barely an inch before suddenly jolting forward. Clarke pressed her back against the sturdy wooden desk and pushed with all the force her mighty soccer legs possessed.

 

Lexa grunted with exertion, but within no time, the desk slammed against the door, providing one more obstacle for the creature to overcome before reaching them. Lexa backed up, her eyes never leaving the door as it shuddered again and again.

 

She didn’t even startle as warm hands wrapped around her bicep. Lexa turned to face Clarke. She expected to find a face contorted in terror, tear-streaked perhaps, but what she saw were tenderness and comfort.

 

Clarke cupped her cheek gently, and Lexa’s eyes fluttered shut at the gesture. She no longer heard the banging on the door. She didn’t care that a red hot hole was burning through the wood. She couldn’t be bothered when the creature reached through the gaping hole and flung the desk out of the way.

 

Because Clarke Griffin wasn’t scared in the face of imminent death, Clarke Griffin wasn’t crying or cowering in a corner. Clarke Griffin had one hand pressed on Lexa’s back, her other tangled in Lexa’s hair, pulling her close. Clarke Griffin was kissing her like there was no tomorrow, and she was probably right about that. So Lexa did the only thing she could.

 

She mirrored Clarke’s hands and kissed her back. Lexa could think of worse ways to go.