The Familiar Feeling
Before Lexa could decide what she wanted to do, Clarke leaned forward and pressed a quick tender kiss to her lips. Lexa fluttered her eyes shut at the contact, and when she finally looked up after Clarke pulled away, she was met with a face full of dust.
“I’m so sorry, Lexa,” Clarke murmured as she lowered her still dust covered hand. “But I can’t risk your life. You’ll be safe here.”
Words of confusion were on her lips, but nothing came out. Lexa’s body felt heavy and tired, and just as she gathered enough strength to raise a finger in protest, her knees gave out. The last thing she remembered was strong hands catching her and laying her gently on the cold forest floor. Darkness engulfed her as leaves grew in a canopy over her.
Lexa shot straight up. Her pulse was racing, and her body glistened with sweat. She gripped her duvet and tossed it to the side, letting out a satisfied sigh as cool air caressed her heated body. The bizarre dream danced in the back of her brain, but as with all fascinating dreams, it began to fade as her mind and body woke.
She readied for class, just as she always did, grabbing her messenger bag as she left her apartment. Lexa made her way to campus, following the familiar path without thought. She opened the door to the lecture hall just as a body slammed into her. She stumbled backwards, grabbing onto the arms extending in front of her.
“Easy, there. I got you.”
Lexa steadied her feet beneath her and looked into soft blue eyes. She recognized them, of course. “Clarke?”
“That’s me. Sorry for bumping into you. I wasn’t paying attention.”
“That’s quite all right,” Lexa waved off the apology effortlessly. As she stared into Clarke’s amazingly blue eyes, she was overwhelmed with a sense of familiarity that she couldn’t quite explain. “I feel like I know you.”
“You do know me. You’ve treated me several times, silly,” Clarke smiled softly.
“That’s not it,” Lexa shook her head. She squeezed her eyes shut when the effort of trying to place Clarke pulled a dull pain throughout her brain. “There’s something more.”
“Maybe I just have one of those personalities that make people feel instantly comfortable around me?”
Lexa hummed just to give an audible reaction to Clarke’s response. She was reasonably sure that there was something more to Clarke, but she couldn’t place it, and her class was about to start. With a quick goodbye, Lexa made her way into the lecture hall, pushing all thoughts of Clarke to the background of her mind.