Bellarke

Part 1/3

I saw his silhouette casted against the outside of my tent from the fire. I knew it was Bellamy before he even pulled the zipper up; his broad, strong shoulders and wide stance were easily discernible. Slowly, the zipper crept up the middle of the tent. I fidgeted with my shirt as I sat up to make sure I looked presentable. Fixing my blonde waves to lay in front of my shoulders, his messy brown curls peeked through the opening. His hair was followed by his face.
"Hey beautiful," the words deeply rolled from this mouth.
"What are you doing up, Bell?" I asked, standing like he was.
"I could ask the same thing."
"Couldn't sleep. Too much on my mind," I said nonchalantly. "Sit with me," I said while beckoning for him to sit beside me on my makeshift bed. He took of his jacket as he did. I turned to face him.
"I appreciate you so much," he told me, in a hushed tone just above a whisper. I gave him a confused look. "Everybody always questions and criticizes you," he collaborated, "I just wanted to tell you that I think you're incredibly brave. And smart. And you handle all things so well."
"Well thanks Bellamy," I breathed. I felt my cheeks grow red from his confession. "That means a lot to me. It's hard, really hard," I told him while looking down.
"Hey," his arm slid around my back, "don't cry. It's all gonna be okay, Clarke."
"Bellamy you don't know that!" I said a little too loudly.
"No. I don't know that, Clarke. But I'd like to think that it will all turn out fine and we'll make it through tomorrow without dying," his tone was urgent but also dripping with sincerity. "I don't want to think about what's going to happen in Mount Weather or with the Grounders. Lately, I've just been wanting to spend time with you, Clarke. You're all that I think about." His brow creased then softened when he saw my reaction.
I sat there with my mouth open, startled from his feelings. For so long, I had hoped that he would feel this way, because my feelings were strong for him, too.
"Bellamy I-I didn't know you felt like that."
His face was lit by the soft light of the kerosene lamp on the floor of my tent. His eyes were set on me and gleamed with longing and something that I tried to ignore-- sadness. His lips were set in a slight pout; I wanted to just lean in and plant a soft kiss on his mouth. As if he heard my thoughts, he brought me closer to where our faces were only inches apart.
"Clarke, you make me forget all of life's problems. I'd go anywhere as long as you were there," he said as his eyes shifted to my lips.
"Bellamy, you make me feel alive." My voice was raspy and slightly shaky from my adrenaline.
His eyes closed and mine did too. When his lips pressed against mine, I couldn't stop my throat from emitting a small moan. My lips parted and matched the movements of his. Bellamy's arm lowered to my waist.
He pulled me so that I shifted to sit on his lap. I straddled him and brought my hand to his soft, brown curls. I lightly tugged, bringing a groan from Bellamy. I felt his tongue slide across my bottom lip; I opened my mouth to bring my tongue to meet his.
He pulled away from the kiss and looked at me. The sadness in his orbs disappeared and was replaced with adoration. Bellamy's hands moved to the bottom hem of my shirt.
"Can I?" he asked.
"Please," I breathily said.