Brave Princess - A Bellarke Story

Chapter Eight

Chapter Eight

Bellamy:

I kissed her. And she kissed me back. I had been so worried when she didn't kiss me back the first time. I smirk when I remember her calling me Bell the other day. It didn't slip my mind that she had blushed afterwards. I didn't mind that she called me that, though.

I had actually wanted her to call me that for a while now. But how do you ask her something like that? She's Clarke. She probably would have laughed in my face.

Or maybe not.

The only thing I'm thinking about as I pull on my boots is Clarke. The way she clung to me desperately. The way she said my name. Bellamy.

It gave me chills. I almost regret leaving her like that, and just slipping out of her tent. I didn't know what else to do. My mind drifts. I wonder if she's regretting kissing me in the first place. She probably is. Knowing her, she'll probably ignore me today.

I won't be able to take it if she does. I need her. She has to help me lead these people. And, anyway, I need her. She sees me differently than most people. She trusts me. And I trust her.

I pull myself up on the bed. It's time to face Clarke. I shake my head. She's going to ignore me today. I know it. Who would want me?

I make my way outside and my eyes immediately scan the camp for Clarke. I quickly realize it's what I've always done. I've always looked for her.

I find her, sitting on the drop ship ramp next to Asher. She's like a big sister to him. They've become so close. I don't realize I'm staring at them until Miller comes up behind me.

"Yeah, she's pretty hot, huh? Think she'll go for a guy like me?"

I purse my lips. She's hot? He can't think that! I am suddenly overcome with a possessive feeling in my chest.

"What did you say?" My voice is surprisingly calm, but my heart is beating fast, and my fists are clenched at my sides.

He laughs and hits my shoulder. "I'm kidding, man. I just wanted to see how you would react. She's all yours."

"Good," I say firmly, before I realize what Miller said. She's all mine. Damn it. Clarke will hear about this by the end of the day, knowing Miller.

I walk over to the side of the drop ship to get my rations. Or to look at Clarke. No, I decide. Both.

I braced myself for some sarcastic comment or nothing at all. But I am surprised when she turns her head to me.

"Hey, Bell," she says, smiling at me.

I can't help but be shocked. But her smile is so beautiful I end up smiling back at her.

"Hey, Princess. Asher." I nod in the kid's direction.

He smiles at me in return.

Clarke turns to Asher and says, "I'll be right back." He nods, and then she turns to me. "Can we talk?"

My stomach drops. Here it comes. Rejection. My smile is wiped off my face, and I say stiffly, "Sure."

She bites her lip and stands up, walking inside. I follow after her, my mind whirring. I'm sure she hates me now. The drop ship is empty of patients on this level, so the quiet is comforting. It's also sinister, in a way.

Her voice echoes off the walls when she speaks. "I know you're probably regretting kissing me yesterday," she starts, and I stand there, shocked. Regret? No! "So I understand if you're angry at me. I just-"

"Princess," I say, interrupting her. I step closer to her. "I don't regret it." One more step. "I'm not angry at you." Another step. She backs up, and her back hits the drop ship wall.

Her voice is steady. "You aren't?"

"No."

I step closer, pinning her against the wall. She stares at me for a long time, before smirking, just slightly. I press my mouth against hers desperately, and she kisses me back with the same desperation. She wraps an arm around my neck and holds me closer. I hold on to her waist.

I slowly pull away from Clarke. I smile at her. She's so beautiful.

"You're mine, Clarke," I say. "And everyone knows it.

"Of course I am," she says.

And her mouth meets mine again.

"I knew it!" Someone shouts as they clamber down the ladder.

I pull away from Clarke, sighing. Her lips are swollen and her hair is a mess, but she is mine.

I turn around and glare at Octavia. "What did you know?"

She grins and jumps off the ladder. "That she's yours, of course!"

Clarke blushes, and my cheeks heat up.

"What did you hear, Octavia?" Clarke asks.

She grins even wider. "Everything."

Clarke groans, and I pull her into a hug.

"You weren't meant to," I say to Octavia.

"I know! But don't worry, I won't say anything!"

I am suddenly reminded that is what Miller said when he found Clarke in my tent. Octavia leaves the drop ship, and Clarke and I turn to each other.

We burst out laughing at the same time. As our laughter finally dies down, I look at Clarke.

I kiss her forehead, and, with my arm around her shoulders, lead her outside.

My princess.

AN: This has got to be my favorite chapter so far! I love Octavia as a Bellarke fan in these stories, and just had to put her in there. 😂😄

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