"Don't lie to me." Bellamy commanded, with a stern and gentle tone.
"I'm not." Clarke lied. "I'm fine."
"Clarke." Bellamy said her name sweetly and gently. "Please, just-"
Clarke interrupted. "Fine. Okay. I don't feel good. In fact, I feel incredibly sick." Clarke said just a she mad more blood come of of her eyes.
Bellamy wiped the blood off of her face with his thumb.
"But, what about you? Why didn't you tell me that you were sick, too?" Clarke questioned.
Bellamy muttered. "I don't want to worry you."
Clarke sighed. "Well, look at me now, Bellamy. I'm worried." Clarke eased her voice slightly at the word worried.
"I know, and I'm sorry." Bellamy told her. "Please don't worry about me, worry about yourself."
Without another word Clarke closed her eyes and brought her lips to Bellamy's. As her lips touched his there were fireworks. Their lips danced together.
Bellamy brought his hands to Clarke's lower back, and around them to move around her back in different motions.
Clarke rubbed her hands around in Bellamy's hair, as she continued to kiss him.
Clarke and Bellamy, both cared about each other, they both had feelings for each other, but most importantly they both loved each other. They just hadn't admitted it, yet.
Bellamy and Clarke pulled away, with their lips only inches apart. Their eyes wondered up to see each other's eyes. Their eyes were shining with awe and love.
Then, a recognizable voice broke through silence. "Clarke? Bellamy?"
Author's Note: That was a really short Chapter, but I had to end it on a bit of a cliffhanger.
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