Bellamy Blake Imagines

Life Is Tough Darling But, So Are You P2

Who knew bullet wounds took ages to heal? The worst part about the whole healing process was the bed rest you had been on for about 2 weeks after you had woken up from your little 'coma' as Angelica put it. You had no idea what had happened during the time you were unconscious but Bellamy took everything Angelica said dead serious and promoted her to your personal doctor slash nurse. The prominent grounder phobia? That didn't seem to apply to the woman who had saved your life. Technically, you should be thankful for that . 

Angelica was after all a really lovely person and a victim in the first place and if you thought about the upcoming treaty conferences with the different clans you knew Bellamy needed to realize that it didn't matter what kind of groups humans belonged to, good and evil would always be present.

 But since Bell placed so much value on your doctors opinion you hadn't been properly standing up for a really long time. This and his over protectiveness drove you nuts. Who would have guessed boyfriend Bellamy would be even worse than best friend Bellamy. Boyfriend. You grinned at that thought, feeling a fluffy sensation in your stomach. Since your exchange of 'I love you's , your relationship had grown even stronger and much more intimate . Bell had insisted of you staying in his tent the last 3 weeks , watching over you and making sure you were doing fine and the occasional snuggling and soft kisses didn't make you minding that too much.

But now you had enough. You were feeling fine. Standing up didn't hurt too much anymore , there was no sign of dizziness and you were plainly bored. It felt wrong doing nothing all day if there was so much to do. You knew that Bell had taken care of any politically tasks but you also knew that his own field of work was neglected . The only reason why Bellamy had agreed on leaving the camp to discover more land, trade roads or possible new clans was Angelicas reassurance that you were doing perfectly fine and wouldn't be dying in the near future. How calming.
You rolled your eyes at Bellamy as you sat up on the makeshift bed watching him pack some things for his trip.
''You have to relax Bell. You heard Angelica and Clarke. I'm fine. You're the one to worry about!''
He looked at you disgruntled , clearly showing that he would rather stay here with you than going on this trip.
''I'm not the one who almost died.''
You got off the bed, standing behind him and wrapping your arms around his hips while leaning your forehead against his back.
''I survived . You might meet unfriendly new clans , not to forget wild animals and the poisonous rain. Which, by the way, is probably only a local occurrence I believe.''
Bellamy put his hands over yours and clasped your fingers.
''I had the best teacher telling me how to negotiate with new people –'',he started turning around burying his hands in your hair, smiling.
'' I'm a hunter and we marked all the caves and hideouts in case it rains. Also, I'm not going alone.''
Your hands found his hips while you listened to him.
''I'm glad. You can't stop worrying about me and I can't stop worrying about you, I guess we'll have to accept that'', you teased him before you wrapped your arms around his neck.
You had to get up on your tiptoes a little to do that even thought you weren't that little. He was just really tall.
''Just come home and I'll be fine.''
Even though being so close to Bellamy wouldn't have been a normal thing a month ago, today it was. There was nothing that felt more right than having him near you. It should be awkward and all new especially since he was your first boyfriend (not necessarily the first guy you kissed but still ) but being with him actually felt like you came home after a really long journey.
''Promise.'',he murmured before placing a kiss on your lips that made you feel all tingly especially as his tongue asked for entrance and you welcomed him gladly. You could never get enough of his kisses. You sighed in his mouth whereupon Bellamy pulled you closer, nibbling at your bottom lip before soothing it with his tongue. You played with the hair in his neck, pulling a little making him groan and feeling his hands creeping under your shirt stroking your soft skin. When kissing you, Bellamys intentions were purely innocent, really, but you had a way of making him want more that he tried to mask up every time. Not only did he keep in mind that you were still injured, but he also knew you weren't experienced in that matter. And he cared. You weren't just a quickie . So when he heard steps heading toward his tent he pressed a last kiss on your lips and stepped away.