AN: This is chapter fifty, y'all! I really wouldn't have written this much if it hadn't been for all of your constant support. Thanks so much! I have a question, though. How many of you have this story in your libraries?
Anyway, on to the chapter.
Chapter Fifty
Bellamy:
They take her away, and all that I can see as I collapse at her feet is the dust underneath my nose. She screams and she begs, but a foot hits my stomach. My head throbs and black spots swim my vision. At last, I let the darkness take me away.
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When I wake, there are hands in my hair, and I can't see anything. Startled, I push the hands away and scramble backward. My back hits a wall, and still I can see nothing.
"Who's there?" I ask roughly.
"It's me," Clarke says, and her voice is frayed around the edges. She sighs, and then I can hear her shuffling herself to stand. "Where are you?"
She walks forward, and her hands must have been outstretched, because they hit me before the rest of her body does. "Bel," she whispers, and her hands run up to my face, holding me in place. As if I would leave. "I'm so sorry."
I don't speak for a while. But I can hear the tears in her voice, threatening to spill. I raise my fingers and find her face in the darkness, feeling and reaching and at last wiping her tears away. She shudders under my touch, but doesn't pull away.
"Don't apologize for saving me, princess. And don't you dare apologize for saving our people, and the grounders. You hear me?"
There's a pause, as if she can't decide whether or not to speak. "Yes," she says at last.
"Good. Now come here," I tell her gently.
"I'm already here," she responds.
"Come on, princess. You and I both know you can come a great deal closer."
Her lips crash into mine, and the kiss is all fury, teeth and spit and hands, trying to feel the other. My palm is flat on the small of her back, and the other roams her face, holding her and pulling and tugging and never once letting go.
Air doesn't exist, in this moment.
Her fingers are in my hair, and they pull and push. She holds on to me but she doesn't need support. But I do. And so I grasp her for dear life, pulling her mouth closer to mine. Our breath is hot, and this is the first time I've kissed her so rawly.
It isn't gentle. But neither are we. She sighs, and she growls, and she nips. She pulls back, and pulls in, teasing and testing.
What is oxygen? I know only Clarke.
AN: Sup, y'all! This was a short chapter, but I think it was okay. Idk though lol. I hope this fiftieth chapter satisfies!
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