Bellarke One-Shots Galour

What? Me? No.

Waking up next to her boyfriend of five months was the greatest feeling in the world. Clarke tried to stretch out more to wake up her muscles a little bit, but Bellamy's arms tightened around her middle subconsciously. He also nuzzled her neck. Then he fell back into a deep sleep. "Really, Bellamy? Can't I wake up before you once this week?" She groaned and fell back against him in defeat.

He did always smell really good in the morning anyway. She looked at how, even though he didn't have anything to fear anymore (complete peace had formed with the grounders about three months ago), his muscles were always pulled tautly as if to protect her from anyone else. It was comforting while she slept she realized. Based on the nail marks up and down his forearms she had thoroughly made use of his comforting presence over the many nights shared in his (or their, they still debate about this specific issue) bed. She started tracing the marks slowly

Clarke felt Bellamy shift behind her and actually loosen his hold at the movements. This normally would the sign that he is waking up, but this could be her chance to get out of his hold. She drew lines between each crescent shaped scar and watched carefully as his arms loosened and he actually rolled away from her in his sleep. Clarke thanked whatever almighty God was looking over the two for helping her.

She jumped out of bed in a flurry. She got dressed quickly and picked up Bellamy's clothes so he didn't have to look for them when he woke up. She snuck out of the room quickly, not noticing a small wrist sized strip of leather with a blue shell attached to it that Bellamy had left out for her to see.

She wasn't going to be late for her shift in the med bay this week. Again.

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Maybe an hour later a frustrated Bellamy walked out of the tent dressed and had the strip of leather in his hand. He walked to the one place everyone knew he would head. A path cleared for him through the people. He was angry. He was disappointed. He was a little sad that Clarke hadn't taken his gift when she woke up.

Bellamy entered the med bay and anyone who had been waiting around to come down from shock and adrenaline rushes left without a word. Everyone else was either immobile or asleep. Clarke looked up when someone said Bellamy and she smiled happily. It was her favorite name after all. "Babe?" She questioned. The kid she was patching apparently didn't see the need for his broken wrist to be set by his favorite doctor and moved to Abby's section. "What's wrong?" She put her hands on his shoulders in a comforting motion and squeezed. "You look tense."

"You left pretty early this morning." He said calmly.

"I know. I just really wanted to be on time today, Bell." She smiled her puppy dog pout. "I'm sorry I didn't give you your morning kiss." She said looking into his hand that had opened between them. "What's this? Did you make me something? Oh, Bell." She cooed and took it from his hand to slip it on and tighten it. "I love it." She reached up and gave him a sweet kiss on his lips. He didn't kiss her back or move to touch her in his possessive manner. He always, even when they fight, kisses her back. This worries her more than it should. She steps back and Bellamy looks at her hurt expression.

"Clarke... I don't like it when you leave before I wake up." He says quietly. "I feel like I lost you some how."

"What? Me? No. Never." She said reassuringly. She brought his lips down to her's again and this time he kissed back with a smile.