In Your Eyes~~~The 100 Bellarke FanFiction

Kissing Happiness

Bellamy:

"Where's Clarke?!" Maya just came back without Clarke.

"She's meeting us later."

"How? Does she even have a plan."

"Yes, we have to hurry Cage is distracted by Jasper and the others he's not watching Clarke. Did you deliver the message?"

"Yes, but I'm not leaving without her."

There is no way I'm going to be the one that leaves Princess behind.

"I don't want you to. But if It does come to that yes you are." I take a deep breath when we enter the elevator and no one else is in it.

"Bellamy." She looks up at me after listening to the walkie talkie. "The way out is contaminated. Theres radiation in there. This is perfect, but you have to go the rest of the way on your own." She pushes the button above the one we where supposed to go to and the doors open. "go to level 5 and there will be a door with no guards. The code is 0-3-4-9." She grabs my arm before walking walking out. "No matter what you leave. Ok. You leave and you go tell your people that we are ready for war. Then you come and save jasper and Monty and me. And Clarke." I nod so she will leave but I'm not sure I can do it.

Clarke:

I look in a mirror to see if it will do. I just changed. No way was I escaping in that flimsy dress. Maybe it's best I don't escape. From the looks of it he hasn't hurt me just took my memory. If he hurt me I wouldn't know so I guess there's no point in factoring in my physical pain. But if I escape they will break peace with the grounders. But if the trade worked then we didn't need Bellamy to deliver the message. Ugh. Everything's fuzzy. I forget my thoughts and put a pair of boots that I found in the closet on. I'm wearing green cargo pants and a maroon tank top. The cargo pants are big and baggy on account of them being Cages. My hair is down cause I couldn't find anything to put it up with. But it's clean. The room has red walls with a large bed in the middle. There's a small closet that I found the boots in with his stuff. That's what I'm wearing none of it fits but in the other closet I couldn't find one pair of pants so here we go guess.

I hear a knock on the door and I walk out of the bed room into the room me and Maya talked in. Its purple with a couch with a table full of drinks and a bar with 4 leather bar stools that I bet I got drunk at. I grab the cork screw off the bar and put it behind my back.

"Clarke I know your scared and confused but trust me I want to help. I would have come sooner but we had a situation. I came as soon as I could though. I'm coming in answer me."

"I'm fine." He sounds sincere I put the cork screw in my pocket. And he opens the door.

"See that's good." He grabs my arms and I get chills but I can't tell if they're good or bad. "Did you miss me." He leans in and whispers in my ear. When he leans back my hands fall to my sides and I feel the cork screw in my pocket. Oh my god Clarke pull your self together. What are you doing. I put my hand in my pocket and grab the cork screw.

"Yes, I did." I say quietly not knowing if I really meant it. He went in the bed room to take his tie off. As he walks back in I know I cant kill him. But I don't know why.

"Then let's make up for it." He walks over to me and strokes my face. I pull away quickly. Feeling as if I just betrayed something.

"Don't touch me." I say in a whisper that I can barely hear.

I know he heard it. His face quickly turns dark. I can see anger in his eyes. He grabs my shoulders and presses me up to the bar stool.

"No." He yells "Your mine, Anna come back! Come back my love." He whispers the last part. I want to be his. No I don't. No you don't Clarke.

"No." I whisper. I grab a wine bottle and smash it on his head before his lips can touch mine. He's unconscious I think but not for long. I grab a bottle of whiskey and chug a sip down then drop it on the floor. I see blood covering me. The glass. I'm shaking but I manage to the door and run down to level 5 without being seen. Thank god. There I see a boy. A dark haired boy that's tall. I know that boy.

"Bellamy!" I cry. He turns and I see his eyes light up. He hesitates as if wondering if I was really here. I'm breathing deep as we stare at each other. He extends his hand to touch me. He touches my face the way Cage did but it feels right and safe and caring. He lets out a deep breath and so do I. He's wearing a guards uniform and there's a hat on the ground he took off when I walked in. Oh my smart Bellamy. I close my eyes and lean into his hand.

"Clarke." He whispers answering his unspoken question. I'm really here. He grabs me from my back and pulls us as close as we can get. I don't have time to catch my breath when he crashes his lips to my mouth. He tastes like earth. Not the earth that took Wells and Charlotte and Finn and stuck me in this mountain. But the earth that brought me and him together. The earth with air and second chances and flowers and birds and trees and life. He tasted like Happiness. Like Joy. Like Bellamy.

Bellamy:

I've been siting by the door for an hour waiting for Clarke. She hasn't come yet. I wander if Maya even talked to her. I don't think she's even alive anymore. I shake the thoughts out of my brain. I'm starting to get worried I might have to leave her. If I even can. I wait more and realize I have to leave her. I have to leave and get help then save her. I stand up to put the numbers in the door panel as I take my silly hat off.

"Bellamy!" I turn to see her beautiful face and her eyes have fire in them. She can't really be here. How? She's clean and there's nothing but a couple scratches. She's more beautiful than I've ever seen her before. Her hair is down. All the way down it makes her look like an angel. How can she be okay I saw her. I saw her Cry. I need to know if she is really here. I reach out and touch her face. Its soft and real. I hope. I let out a deep breath. She closes her eyes and leans into my hand. She's real.

"Clarke." I can't take it anymore too many people have taken her from me before she was even mine. Wells, the grounders, the ark, the 100, her mom, war, Finn. Too many things. I can't take it. I grab her by the back and pull her as close as I possibly can. She's warm and soft. I can't stop. I force my mouth to hers and the world stops turning. I feel like I'm kissing happiness. I think I might actually be kissing an angel. I do believe in God because nothing else could have made something this perfect. She tastes like happiness. My happiness. Is her.